Luyện nghe bài hát Abg

Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon' on 'em
Leeky in the backseat with chopper, we gon' swang on 'em
And all my be Ralph Lauren
Twenty-three shots to his car, Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
This be the fast nigga,
My gang or no gang,
Tell me what's the problem, we can handle
Hit up Pabb or and I guarantee they cancel that
Hah, I guarantee they cancel
Quando nigga
told me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest
Don't put trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the bullets
I told my brother Light that this that before fame
I do a hundred years and I still won't change
These other niggas in the streets, they tryna make a name
He don't want that beef with me 'cause hit him with the flames
Murder on my mind, he must not heard my song
I was locked up in cell, Re had twenty-three a song
He ain't 'bout that lifestyle that he in them songs
I'm ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em right or wrong
Ray Bans, shit just don't seem right
All my niggas bands, we uppin' at the green light
Tell me what it be and we gon' on 'em
Hop out on street and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big on him
Quit all flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
Catch his ass bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ridin'
Nigga say he in the but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up times
Glock-21, I'ma up times, yeah
I it off my block, I feel I graduated
I just got a pistol for Christmas, but don't get
Never sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm
Mama told me like this, you know you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin', that's gon' me pull up
Hollow filled to the tip, yeah my clip filled up
Pressure hit, roll this kush up
Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up,
He say got them bands, well we got them too
Thirty in my glizzy, my longer than a Shaq shoe
You exposed your bro, he a rat too
If I swang avenue I'ma slide cross them tracks too
Tell me it be and we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that street and put fire on 'em
We gon' on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
in the backseat and he got that big four five on him
Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't it
Catch his ass down bad, I one to his fitted
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
Stop all flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up times
Glock-21, I'ma up times, yea
Yop another bean, I'm crash out
I'ma sip this lean until it make a nigga out
Internet thuggin' ain't gon' do shit but make me out
I can get your gang gone if we cash out
My whole campaign strong like a bag of
Once that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no out
On your street, we gon' creep that ratchet out
On your street, we gon' creep with ratchet out
One in the head, leave you by the stop sign
Pop out the window with extendos this Glock nine
High speed chase, runnin' from two cars
Beefin' with two sides, swangin' on two different blocks
Aimin' at two different guys, with two different Glocks
Bitch I'm with two different Glocks, yeah
Bitch I'm uppin' two different Glocks,
grrah stop all flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
Stop all flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I that he lyin'
Glock-21, up seventeen times
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yeah