Luyện nghe bài hát Abg

Through the cut, Pabb, we gon' bang 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 the problem, we can handle that
Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I they cancel that
Hah, I guarantee they that
Quando Rondo
Leeky me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest
Don't put your trust up in bitches, put 'em in the bullets
I told my brother that this that life before fame
I could do a hundred years and I won't change
These other niggas in the streets, they just make a name
He don't want that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him with the
Murder on my mind, he not heard my last song
I was locked up in cell, Re had twenty-three a song
He 'bout that lifestyle 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 slide on 'em
Hop out on that and put that fire on 'em
We gon' on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the and he got that big four-five on him
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't it
his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the but I know that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times,
I it off my block, I feel I graduated
I just got a pistol for Christmas, but get decorated
Never sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm
Mama told me just like this, you know you were to be hated
Instagram thuggin', gon' make me pull up
Hollow tips filled to the tip, yeah my filled up
Pressure hit, I'ma this kush up
Sixty gang 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 your bro, he a rat too
If I swang your avenue I'ma 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 slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big 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, anybody can get it,
Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't
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 finna out
I'ma sip this lean until it make a nigga out
Internet ain't gon' do shit but make me spazz out
I can get your gang gone if we cash out
My whole strong like a bag of loud
that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no backin' out
On your street, we gon' creep with ratchet out
On your street, we gon' creep that ratchet out
One in the head, leave you dead by the sign
Pop out the window with extendos then Glock nine
High speed chase, from two different cars
Beefin' two different sides, swangin' on two different blocks
Aimin' at two different guys, with two different Glocks
Bitch I'm with two different Glocks, yeah
I'm uppin' with two different Glocks,
grrah stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't it
Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I that he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up times
Glock-21, I'ma up times, yeah