Luyện nghe bài hát 25 To Life

It's got to be grand, nigga, it's got to be the hustle,
got to be the muscle, nigga
Who else gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga?

You already know who run goddamn bricks down
Fo' real nigga, all that ain't 'bout nothin', nigga
Mac Boney, nigga, cocaine champion, nigga
Ya know

I'm talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine
A bad ass cookin' bitch named Betty
I'm talkin' dope game ready, pot ready
Talkin' block ready, Glock game ready

I'm cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
A bad ass brick bitch named Betty
I'm talkin' game ready, pot game ready
Talkin' block game ready, Glock game

Get pots out, I got some new dope for ya
They say the rap game dead, I got some for ya
Who said the work I'll bring the boat for ya
A big ass rifle, two of your partners tote for ya

Stay on this live shit, the that the bird chase
Slide through the hole, call me get away
I'm real and it shows, nigga, anotha way
But sell 30 o's, I'll die another day

My bitch stay on them toes, she send the bullets right
I it my soul, and I ain't sold a block today
I keep a roll, so I ain't gotta make a play
I it to them hoes and let them niggas see my face

This is how it goes, this is pure this is oil
is what you owe, give me meat, keep the business straight
I ball a ounce, 10 I demonstrate
Take ya pound money, why you think they me gutta, nig?

I'm talkin' cocaine heaven, Chevy
A bad ass brick bitch named Betty
I'm talkin' dope ready, pot game ready
Talkin' game ready, Glock game ready

I'm talkin' heaven, cocaine Chevy
A bad ass cookin' bitch named Betty
I'm dope game ready, pot game ready
Talkin' block game ready, Glock ready

bought a nigga everything
That's why you can me ridin' heavy, mayne
Choppa down, put it in the microwave
Let my bitch do it, she'll hard a right away

Million dollar trap house, star, that be me
I control the streets, I show you how to tame the beasts
And beat up the block an 808 in the beat
I'm the heart and the when it comes to movin' D

Treat it like some when you run it through 100 ki's
is digital, no mo' triple Beams
Class of '96, dope boys yeah, that's
Up for the battery acid, just to drain the

Just in a rookie cop run up in my residence
I'll tell the young go and stick yo hand in it
hoes, Glocks, AK's, and a ski mask
It's Kuntry Kane, bottom line I'm out to get that

I'm cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
A bad ass brick cookin' bitch Betty
I'm talkin' game ready, pot game ready
Talkin' game ready, Glock game ready

I'm talkin' cocaine heaven, Chevy
A bad ass brick bitch named Betty
I'm talkin' dope ready, pot game ready
Talkin' game ready, Glock game ready

I'm in the all white caravan, to the postal man
The Eagle on the side, except my in my lap man
I'm on the slab with all the plans of takin' over foreign
With plenty crack and straps, how it feels to be the man

I cooked it up and put it down, the heart to hook the town
Now everybody callin' me 'cause I supply the rounds
So with me or I'll lay ya down, I want it all 'cause I'm a hound
Break me off or take a loss or find ass in lost and found

Praise a chop, a chop, I love breakin' down the dope
Put it in a bad it look more than you paid for
Finally came up, drugs, big plugs
Spit hollow tip and the trigger fit snug

Buy from me or ducks 'cause the dope gonna sell it self
And I, good enough to hard and invest the rest
white, double S, yes, with the dual set
AC gonna the game look like no sweat

I'm cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named
I'm dope game ready, pot game ready
Talkin' block game ready, Glock game

I'm talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine
A bad ass brick cookin' bitch Betty
I'm talkin' dope game ready, pot ready
Talkin' block game ready, Glock ready