Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Oz

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

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Bitch!

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

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Bitch!

Who's trying to be the one
To catch this in the throat?!
You know po po don't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just clapped three people, you gon' be four!
If you back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!
My crew is taking over as as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we coming in and you home!
Security, they can't even stop us they know!
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold us down, rep ever we go!
Chugging on our 40's and our forty-fo's!
We come wit toasters like we opened savings and loans!
And we need your brew tonight 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 bout to get it
You just another punk in the club about to get
I settle my vendettas wit AK's,
We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but they let us
Switch blade, knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we in you can smell trouble
flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding
You retreating, running to your car and off, re G'ing
We outta you haters running yo mouth
You reason why you is pouring they 40's out
Dirty wiling, beat niggas bloody
And you gon have to out a keg for all your homies!

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Bitch!

I was by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof on 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 Isle in the Vette, bumping Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know coming loose
See me on the ave daily, be this shit
If your chick get loud I'll G Money bitch
Packing mags and clips, smash ya clique
Because of Proof, put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out the corner I got plenty!

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Bitch!