Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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Money, hoes, cars and
That's how all my niggaz
dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my roll

[T.I.]
In a top Chevy with the roof wide open
My partners 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 race
White seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20
And the dope boys holling "what's happening", kid in
The clicks start dancing and the broads choosing
And the cars parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the
Cause I Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch got the Chevrolet shaking

[T.I.]
I'll a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the ride, I want the best
I to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been paying my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my
Diamonds when I'm on the scene, they know its me
no dream or no fantasy (bitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, a baby do a blanket
Five VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and
What we drinking, pimp squad for broads
the hell you niggas thinking
Young nigga spending weekends on the in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm
I'm calling out shots like a pool
My tools in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome
And at your ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass off, fuck around with the click
be looking for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs
Spit 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 relaxing now
I still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I 'em strapped right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your back now
Want ta act right now, get smacked now
I'm a a motherfucker, I don't know to back down
Clown down faking, fronting
Talking what you making, nothing
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't
I'm raised by the niggas getting head the jays
your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, heavy from the yay
I told my class to my ass, I smoke 11 everyday