Luyện nghe bài hát 260

Yeah,
Yeah, miraculous the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin'
Fake cats announcin' on the block, you
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, frontin'
Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start

Bitch, show that bit, before I 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 that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, that shit? What?