Luyện nghe bài hát 38

x5]
I don't think know the time

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

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

I think they know the time
Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the
Heard they going for the thirty
I can't lie, man that shit got me
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

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

That tee with them nice hoodies
The ski is my uniform
You know I heard your don't like them
If they the right I might go shootin' 'em for you
Take ya out and you ok
Niggas a stand on that dope case
Got murked out chillin' at a bird
seen the look on that ho face
When we kicked the doors off the
Niggas that don't walled out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a nigga in the streets
Man I bet he won't doze off
Niggas took a and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the
A couple shots will hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy Will get off his bid
I'mma do stickups
Two Mossberg pumps in the
Everybody keep your cool if anybody move
The bust shots will your whole clique up
get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on,