Luyện nghe bài hát Abg

Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon' on 'em
Leeky in the backseat with that chopper, we gon' on 'em
And all my drawers be Ralph
Twenty-three shots to his car, Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
be the fast nigga, gang
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 that
Quando Rondo
Leeky told me if you your nigga love him to the fullest
Don't put your trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the
I told my brother Light that this that life fame
I could do a hundred and I still won't change
These other niggas in the streets, they just make a name
He don't want that 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 ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em that's right or
Ray Bans, this just don't seem right
All my niggas bands, we uppin' at the green light
Tell me what it be and we slide on 'em
Hop out on that and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, we gon' slide on 'em
in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't it
Catch his ass down bad, I 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 streets but I know that he
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen
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 just like this, you 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, I'ma roll this up
Sixty crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah
He say got them bands, we got them racks too
Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer a Shaq shoe
You exposed 'cause bro, he a rat too
If I swang avenue I'ma slide cross them tracks too
Tell me what it be and we gon' on 'em
Hop out on that and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big five on him
Stop all that flexin', know he ain't with it
his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it,
Stop all flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I that he lyin'
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 pass out
thuggin' ain't gon' do shit but make me spazz out
I can get your gang gang if we cash out
My whole campaign like a bag of loud
that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no backin' out
On your street, we gon' with that ratchet out
On your street, we gon' with that ratchet out
One in the head, leave you dead by the stop
Pop out the with extendos then this Glock nine
High speed chase, from two different cars
Beefin' with two different sides, swangin' on two blocks
Aimin' at two different guys, uppin' with two different
Bitch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks,
Bitch I'm uppin' two different Glocks,
grrah stop all that flexin', nigga know he with it
Catch his ass down bad, I one to his fitted
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it,
all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times,