Luyện nghe bài hát Abg

Through the cut, with Pabb, we bang on 'em
Leeky in the backseat with that chopper, we 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 that
Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I they cancel that
Hah, I they cancel that
Quando Rondo
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 that life before fame
I could do a years and I still won't change
These other niggas in the streets, just tryna make a name
He don't that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him with the flames
Murder on my mind, he must not my last song
I was locked up in that cell, Re had a song
He ain't that lifestyle that he puttin' in them songs
I'm for my niggas, I told 'em that's right or wrong
Ray Bans, shit just don't seem right
All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the light
Tell me what it be and we slide on 'em
Hop out on that street and put that on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' on 'em
Leeky in the and he got that big four-five on him
Quit all flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
Catch his ass bad, I send one to his fitted
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it,
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't
say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, up seventeen times
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yeah
I made it off my block, I I graduated
I just got a pistol for Christmas, but don't get
Never sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm
Mama told me just this, you know you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin', that's gon' make me up
Hollow tips filled to the tip, yeah my clip up
Pressure hit, roll this kush up
Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw that up, yeah
He say got them bands, well we got them too
Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer a Shaq shoe
You exposed 'cause bro, he a rat too
If I swang your avenue I'ma slide them tracks too
me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that street and put that on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got big four five on him
Stop all that flexin', nigga know he with it
Catch his ass bad, I send one to his fitted
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yea
Yop bean, I'm finna crash out
I'ma sip this lean until it make a nigga out
Internet thuggin' ain't gon' do shit but me spazz out
I can get your gang gang if we cash out
My campaign strong like a bag of loud
Once that beef on, pussy ain't no backin' out
On your street, we gon' with that ratchet out
On your street, we creep with that ratchet out
One in the head, you dead by the stop sign
Pop out the window with extendos then Glock nine
High speed chase, runnin' from two cars
Beefin' two different sides, swangin' on two different blocks
Aimin' at two different guys, uppin' with two Glocks
I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, yeah
Bitch I'm with two different Glocks,
grrah 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'
say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up times
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yeah