Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I think they know the time

Heard the fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the straight
I can't lie, man that 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
Know some niggas doing ten, it on the yay
Clip hold 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 stack long and wide, like some Lego blocks
This ain't even my real home, this my spot
You ever seen so much money in a bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, the bitch double brag

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

I'm in that purple Lam', looking like some dirty
Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah that rowdy
Where I'm from them things hot, and that is cheap
And ain't hearing shit, cause they trying to eat
All they can eat, buffet
Nigga selling anything, wild
DB9 stupid grill, that overbite
Need me nine 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 them people hit them lights, I be a nervous
When you don't nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check

That black tee them nice hoodies
The ski mask is my
You know I heard your don't like them
If they the right price I might go 'em for you
Take ya out and you ok
Niggas took a 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
that don't know walled out to win
Six feet when you catch a nigga 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he doze off again
took a Chevy and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the
A couple hundred shots hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy get home off his bid
I'mma still do
Two Mossberg in the pickup
Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody
The shots will tear your whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal flip soft I'mma stay on, fire