Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't think they the time

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

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

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

I'm in that purple Lam', looking like dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes them birds, yeah that rowdy white
Where I'm from them things hot, and that is cheap
And ain't nobody hearing shit, cause trying to eat
All can eat, buffet style
Nigga selling anything, buffet
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 if they pull you over, smell it through the vent
If them people hit them lights, I be a nervous
When you fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check

That black tee them nice hoodies
The ski mask is my
You I heard your homies don't like them
If the right price 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 house
Shoulda the look on that ho face
we kicked the doors off the hinge
Niggas that don't know out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a nigga in the streets
Man I bet he won't off again
Niggas took a and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and off the bitch
A couple hundred shots will hold off the
'Til my homeboy Will get off his bid
still do stickups
Two Mossberg in the pickup
Everybody keep cool cause if anybody move
The bust shots will tear your whole up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on, fire