Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't think know 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 back
Nigga I left the lot, I ain't come to play
He pull me from my tag, fuck you trying to say
Know some 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 a nigga records, and I'm the CEO
Got them stack long and wide, like some Lego
This ain't even my real home, this my Lego
You ever seen so money in a duffel bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, the bitch will double

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

I'm in that Lam', looking like some dirty Sprite
Catchin' with them birds, yeah 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 they can eat, style
selling anything, buffet wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah that
Need me stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
Got it sealed up, that's the hide the scent
So much that if they pull you over, it through the vent
If them hit them lights, I be a nervous wreck
When you fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check

That black tee with them nice
The ski is my uniform
You know I heard your homies like them
If the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you
ya hickies out and you ok
Niggas a stand on that dope case
Got out chillin' at a bird house
Shoulda seen the look on that ho
When we kicked the doors off the
Niggas that don't walled out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a nigga 'sleep in the
Man I bet he won't off again
took a Chevy and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred and balled off the bitch
A couple hundred will hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy get home off his bid
I'mma do stickups
Two Mossberg pumps in the
Everybody keep your cool if anybody move
The bust shots will tear whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the lift 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