Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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Money, hoes, and clothes
That's how all my niggaz
Blowin dro,
That's how all my roll

[T.I.]
In a drop top Chevy the roof wide open
My looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I've dranking, and I've been smoking
Flying down 285 but I'm
Four fifty four's, I race
White leather seats, as fresh as Air
Doing a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Compton"
Pull up at your apartment on 20 somethings
And the dope holling "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks start and the broads start choosing
And the cars been but the rims keep moving
Sign by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats
24 inch Dayton's got the shaking

[T.I.]
I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the
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 since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they its me
Ain't no dream or no (bitch) it's 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
What the hell you thinking
nigga spending weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim when I'm riding cause I'm balling
I'm calling out shots a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I marks
Y'all fools in the wrong place at the wrong 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, fuck around with the
They'll be looking for your wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, I'ma ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, her ride on this thing
Til she falls off and balls off, I got the

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