Luyện nghe bài hát Abg

Through the cut, with Pabb, we bang on 'em
in the backseat with that chopper, we gon' swang on 'em
And all my drawers be Ralph
Twenty-three to his car, Michael 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 that
Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I guarantee they that
Hah, I guarantee they cancel
Quando nigga
Leeky told me if you love your 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 before fame
I do a hundred years and I still won't change
These other niggas in the streets, they just tryna a name
He don't want that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him the flames
on my mind, he must not heard my last song
I was locked up in cell, Re had twenty-three a song
He ain't 'bout that that he puttin' in them songs
I'm ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em right or wrong
Ray Bans, this just don't seem right
All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the 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, nigga we gon' 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 down bad, I send one to his
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it,
Quit all that flexin', know he ain't ridin'
say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yeah
I made it off my block, I I graduated
I got a pistol for Christmas, but don't get decorated
Never sober, always faded, feelin' I'm overrated
Mama me just like this, you know you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin', that's make me pull up
tips filled to the tip, yeah my clip filled up
Pressure hit, I'ma roll kush up
Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw neighborhood up, yeah
He say got them bands, well we got racks too
Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer than a Shaq
You exposed 'cause bro, he a rat too
If I swang your avenue I'ma cross them tracks too
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, we gon' slide on 'em
in the backseat and he got that big four five on him
Stop 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,
Stop all that flexin', know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he
Glock-21, up seventeen times
Glock-21, I'ma up times, yea
Yop bean, I'm finna crash out
sip this lean until it make a nigga pass out
Internet thuggin' ain't gon' do shit but make me out
I can get your gang gang if we cash out
My whole strong like a bag of loud
Once that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no out
On your street, we gon' with that ratchet out
On street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out
One in the head, you dead by the stop sign
Pop out the with extendos then this Glock nine
High speed chase, runnin' from two different
with two different sides, swangin' on two different 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
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 know that he
Glock-21, up seventeen times
Glock-21, I'ma up times, yeah