Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Oz

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

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Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in the
One of y'all niggas gon' a slug
I'm so drunk, I could for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the
D12 start shit, come get us
7 Mile run in, niggas wit us
Cause all my niggas, is talking that
And got no problem, wit no bitch
I'll have my wife, cut your
Blunts, cannons, that's all we
Wile the fuck out, you wit a knife
D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight!

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Bitch!

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

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Bitch!

We deep as a motherfucker, we to get it crunk
You just another punk in the about to get jumped
I my vendettas wit AK's, barettas
We don't 'posed to be in wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas
You retreating, running to car and skating off, re G'ing
We outta you haters running yo mouth
You reason why you is pouring they 40's out
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat 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 Proof on this vodka, that's the I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta me there
Only to a bitch, with burgundy hair
ON the Isle in the Vette, bumping Duece!
See top on that 40, you know it's coming loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that
Packing mags and clips, I'll ya clique
of Proof, they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't if you run out the corner store I got plenty!

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Bitch!