Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I think they know the time

Heard the streets up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the 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 back
And he way to flashy, got my toys
Nigga I just the lot, I ain't come to play
He me from my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say
Know some niggas ten, blame it on the yay
Clip half a hundred, blame it on the K
the realest nigga in it, these niggas CB4
This is fuck a records, and I'm the CEO
Got them stack long and wide, like Lego blocks
ain't even my real home, this my Lego spot
You seen so much money in a duffel bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, the will double brag

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

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

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