Luyện nghe bài hát 38

x5]
I think they know the time

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the
Heard they for the thirty straight
I can't lie, man that shit got me
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
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 my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say
Know 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
This is fuck a records, and I'm the CEO
Got them stack long and wide, like some Lego
This ain't my real home, this my Lego spot
You ever seen so much in a duffel bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, the will double brag

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

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

That black tee with nice hoodies
The ski is my uniform
You know I your homies don't like them
If they the right price I go shootin' 'em for you
Take ya out and you ok
Niggas took a on that dope case
Got murked out at a bird house
Shoulda seen the on that ho face
we kicked the doors off the hinge
Niggas that don't walled out to win
Six feet deep you catch a nigga 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he doze off again
Niggas a Chevy and blowed off the lid
a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch
A hundred shots will hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy Will get off his bid
still do stickups
Two Mossberg in the pickup
Everybody keep your cause if anybody move
The bust shots will your whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the lift up, lift off
in his ribcage, ripped off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on,