Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Oz

Yeah nigga! D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in too nigga!
So the fuck out!

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Bitch!

We up, let us in the club
One of y'all niggas catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the
D12 start shit, nigga get us
7 run in, wild niggas wit us
Cause all my niggas, is talking shit
And got no problem, wit smacking no
I'll have my wife, cut throat
Blunts, cannons, all we smoke
the fuck out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fight!

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Bitch!

Who's to be the first one
To catch this in the throat?!
You know them po po let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just clapped three people, you gon' be four!
If you don't back the fuck up and get the off the floor!
My crew is taking over as as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we in and you going home!
Security, they can't even us because they know!
Runyan Avenue soldiers us down, rep where ever we go!
on our 40's and holding our forty-fo's!
We come wit toasters we just opened savings and loans!
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we our own!
So whatever you sipping on and let's get it on!!

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Bitch!

We as a motherfucker, we bout to get it crunk
You another punk in the club about to get jumped
I my vendettas wit AK's, barettas
We don't 'posed to be in here wit our but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we in you can smell trouble
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas
You retreating, running to your car and skating off, re
We outta you haters running yo mouth
You why you peoples is pouring they 40's out
Dozen wiling, beat niggas bloody
And you gon to pour out a keg for all your homies!

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Bitch!

I was raised by drunks so I a drunk
80 on this vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the to beef, you gotta murder me there
talk to a bitch, with burgundy hair
ON the in the Vette, bumping Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's loose
See me on the ave daily, be running shit
If your chick get loud I'll G that bitch
Packing mags and clips, I'll ya clique
Because of Proof, put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that
Don't worry if you run out the corner I got plenty!

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Bitch!