Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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

[T.I.]
In a top Chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my open
I've been dranking, and I've been smoking
Flying 285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four's, I race
leather 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 on 20 somethings
And the dope boys "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks start dancing and the 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 from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view and your seats 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 ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a my ki's
Been paying my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my
gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
Ain't no or no fantasy (bitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, like a baby do a
Five karat on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and
What we drinking, pimp squad for broads
What the hell you niggas
Young spending weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding I'm balling
I'm calling out like a pool shark
My spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome
And shoot at your ass for a time
But I'm a get ass hauled off, fuck around with the click
They'll be looking for dick 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 little shorty, I'm relaxing right 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
ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a a motherfucker, I don't know to back down
Clown down here faking,
bout what you making, nothing
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that to me ain't nothing
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