Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Oz

Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we in the club
Motherfuckers, get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the out!

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Bitch!

We up, let us in the club
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a
I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a
Any pop shit, go to the trunk
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 my wife, cut your throat
Blunts, cannons, all we smoke
Wile the fuck out, you wit a knife
It's D12 nigga, we to fucking fight!

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Bitch!

Who's to be the first one
To this 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 crew is over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we coming in and you home!
Security, they can't even us because they know!
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold us down, rep ever we go!
Chugging on our and holding our forty-fo's!
We come wit like we just opened savings and loans!
And we don't need your brew tonight we brought our own!
So grab whatever you on and let's get it on!!

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Bitch!

We deep as a motherfucker, we to get it crunk
You just 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
blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flying, bitches crying, bleeding
You retreating, running to your car and off, re G'ing
We examples outta you haters yo mouth
You reason why you is pouring they 40's out
Dirty 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 became a
80 on this vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta 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 coming
See me on the ave daily, be this shit
If your chick get I'll G Money that bitch
Packing mags and clips, smash ya clique
Because of Proof, they put the G in the
Smoking weed, Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
worry if you run out the corner store I got plenty!

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Bitch!