Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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

[T.I.]
In a drop top Chevy with the roof wide
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes
Cause I've been dranking, and been smoking
Flying down 285 but I'm
fifty four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as as Air Forces
Doing bout a 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 start dancing and the broads start choosing
And the been parked 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 used to it, if your rear view and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got the shaking

[T.I.]
I'll a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the tightest ride, I the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my
Been paying my dues 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) T-I-P
busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five karat VVS's on my pinkie
Half of Hennessy and
What we drinking, pimp send for broads
the hell you niggas thinking
Young nigga spending on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm
I'm calling out shots a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the time
I got a strong mind to my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a time
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, around with the click
They'll be looking for your wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this
Til she falls off and sucks off, I got the

[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing now
I probably be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your back now
Want ta act now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't to back down
Clown here faking, fronting
Talking bout what you making,
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that to me ain't nothing
I'm raised by the getting head from the jays
your 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 smoke 11