Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't they know the time

Heard the fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the straight
I lie, man that shit got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
shots, on fire

Ooh oh, boy's back
And he way to flashy, got my back
I just left the lot, I ain't come to play
He me from my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say
Know some niggas ten, blame it on the yay
Clip half a hundred, blame it on the K
Still the realest in it, these niggas CB4
is fuck a nigga records, and I'm the CEO
Got stack long and wide, like some Lego blocks
This even my real home, this my Lego spot
You seen so much money in a duffel bag?
Soon as you up the zipper, the bitch will double brag

I think they know the time
Heard the streets up, I can see the sign
Heard going for the thirty straight
I can't lie, man that got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
Glass pot, on
Red dot, on
shots, on fire

I'm in that purple Lam', looking like dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah rowdy white
Where I'm from things hot, and that talk is cheap
And ain't nobody shit, cause they trying to eat
All they can eat, buffet
Nigga selling anything, wild
DB9 stupid grill, that overbite
Need me stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
Got it vacuum sealed up, that's the hide the
So much that if they pull you over, smell it the vent
If them hit them lights, I be a nervous wreck
When you don't fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous

That black tee them nice hoodies
The ski mask is my
You know I heard your homies don't them
If they the right price I go shootin' 'em for you
ya hickies out and you ok
Niggas a stand on that dope case
Got murked out chillin' at a bird
Shoulda the look on that ho face
When we kicked the off the hinge
Niggas that don't know out to win
Six feet deep when you a nigga 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he doze off again
took a Chevy and blowed off the lid
Show a pounds and balled off the bitch
A couple hundred shots will hold off the
'Til my homeboy get home off his bid
I'mma do stickups
Two Mossberg in the pickup
Everybody your cool cause if anybody move
The bust shots will tear whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, off
in his ribcage, ripped off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma on, fire