Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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Money, hoes, and clothes
That's how all my know
dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz

[T.I.]
In a drop top Chevy with the roof open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes
I've been dranking, and I've been smoking
Flying 285 but I'm focused
fifty four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air
Doing bout a hundred but the still bumping
8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment on 20 somethings
And the boys holling "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks start and the broads start choosing
And the cars been parked but the rims keep
Sign by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got the shaking

[T.I.]
I'll make a and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
civilian in the tightest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a my ki's
Been paying my dues since eighty-nine, to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, know its me
no dream or no fantasy (bitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a do a blanket
Five VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we drinking, squad send for broads
What the hell you niggas
Young nigga weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm cause I'm balling
I'm calling out shots like a pool
My tools spark in the dark when I marks
fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to my chrome nine
And shoot at ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass off, fuck around with the click
They'll be looking for your wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs
game at a dame, make her ride on this thing
Til she falls off and sucks off, I got the

[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm right now
I probably be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your back now
Want ta act right now, get right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to down
down here faking, fronting
Talking bout what you making,
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me nothing
I'm raised by the niggas getting head the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, heavy from the yay
I my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday