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 niggaz

[T.I.]
In a drop top Chevy the roof wide open
My looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause been dranking, and I've been smoking
down 285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four's, I Porsches
White seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a but the track still bumping
8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks dancing and the broads start choosing
And the cars been but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the 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 Chevrolet

[T.I.]
I'll a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
civilian in the tightest ride, I want the best
I to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been my dues since eighty-nine, trying 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 karat VVS's on my pinkie
of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we drinking, squad send for broads
the hell you niggas thinking
Young nigga spending weekends on the islands in the
24 inch rim when I'm riding cause I'm balling
I'm out shots like a pool shark
My tools in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong at the wrong time
I got a mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around the click
They'll be looking for your wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause ball at all costs
game at a dame, make her ride on this thing
Til she falls off and balls off, I got the

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