Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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

[T.I.]
In a drop top with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes
Cause been dranking, and I've been smoking
down 285 but I'm focused
Four four's, I race Porsches
White seats, as fresh as Air Forces
bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Compton"
up at your apartment 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
Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your vibrating
24 inch got the Chevrolet shaking

[T.I.]
I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, 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 since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam I'm on the scene, they know its me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy (bitch) it's
Brought busting, a baby do a blanket
karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of and Belvedere
What we drinking, pimp squad for broads
What the hell you thinking
Young nigga spending weekends on the in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm cause I'm balling
I'm calling out like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool
Y'all hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at ass for a long time
But I'm a get ass hauled off, fuck around with the click
They'll be looking for your wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on thing
Til she falls off and sucks off, I got the

[T.I.]
I'm not little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped 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 to back down
down here 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 from the
your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, paid from the yay
I told my class to kiss my ass, I 11 everyday