Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, the arsonists

Yo, kicked down the on the spot, 260
2L, I heard they had O's for
I heard the same shit, drive a Burgundy whip
Keep it low, licenses plates and great plate

Where's the cat from, think he's from New
Pretty did his thing for him, but he was using him
sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
He go with Tim, the one who called of God

Y.E.quality S.Elf, I the natural law now
It's time to get the God you and like mines
But on the low I heard he got original sin
Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried up his ack

We got to get him Dunn, is snatchin' our bread
U.F.O.'s movin' in bigger plans than fed, yo
Knock on daddy O's door get the
not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope

There go the the yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like
Peace Keana, what's up with your Wanda
She drive a green with legs like Jane Fonda

I just her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then
Jetted to to get her man some Clarks
She said, "Be back in ninety minutes, God forbid"
She say, "Peace to W, who's the kids?"

Two hours later, scheamin' Deniro in Casino
Son have more coke than Al Pacino
Keana ain't tellin' no lies, year she did a Sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a

But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we the shotties nidow
When we get back, you a bit out
Later that night, stay yo
Go get the green 5, you on the corner of Marriot

You ready, you got the E and J and The
We goin' upstairs, I one nigga is empty
We walked in both of us looked like
on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this

Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked
Natural, a white bitch, actual
Fiends chantin', "Do your chef, handle it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit

Ran to the back analyzin', much
we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized
And buggin', her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet Shottie Waddy slug body

Where the drugs, where the ounces you be
cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at, I got shit, stop frontin'
Yo chef, throw the in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'

Bitch, show that bit, I push your wig back
Chef stop that, show him where the paper at
Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke

It's in the kitchen in the baby girl kept squealin'
Only found a white of cheese from New Zealand
Oh shit, yo, yo where shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where that What?