Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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Money, hoes, and clothes
how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro,
That's how all my roll

[T.I.]
In a drop top Chevy the roof wide open
My looking at me to see if my eyes open
I've been dranking, and I've been smoking
Flying down 285 but I'm
Four fifty four's, I Porsches
White seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Compton"
Pull up at apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the boys holling "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks start and the broads start choosing
And the been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the
Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view 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
Underaged civilian in the tightest ride, I want the
I to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been paying my dues since eighty-nine, to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam I'm on the scene, they know its me
Ain't no dream or no (bitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a do a blanket
Five karat on my motherfucking pinkie
of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we drinking, pimp send for broads
What the hell you niggas
nigga spending 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 when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong
I got a strong mind to my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, around with the click
be looking for your dick wit a stick
Nigga soft, so y'all 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 still be trapping if I rapping right now
Bragging pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on back right now
ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I know to back down
down here faking, fronting
Talking bout what you making,
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, shit to me ain't nothing
I'm raised by the niggas getting head the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up from the 'K
Stay for the raid, paid heavy from the yay
I told my to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday