Luyện nghe bài hát Abg

Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon' on 'em
Leeky in the backseat that chopper, we gon' swang on 'em
And all my drawers be Ralph
Twenty-three shots to his car, Michael
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 guarantee cancel that
Hah, I guarantee they cancel
Quando nigga
Leeky me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest
put your trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the bullets
I my brother Light that this that life before fame
I could do a hundred years and I still change
These niggas in the streets, they just tryna make a name
He don't want beef with me 'cause I'ma 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 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 chase bands, we uppin' at the green
me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' 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 send one to his
Nigga ABG, can get it
Nigga ABG, can get it, yeah
Quit all that flexin', know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he
Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen
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, that I'm overrated
Mama me just like this, you know you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin', gon' make me pull up
Hollow tips filled to the tip, my clip filled up
hit, I'ma roll this kush up
Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up,
He say got them bands, well we got racks too
Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer than a Shaq
You 'cause your 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 fire on 'em
We gon' on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big five on him
Stop all that flexin', 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 flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he
Glock-21, I'ma up times
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yea
Yop bean, I'm finna crash out
I'ma sip lean until it make a nigga pass out
Internet ain't gon' do shit but make me spazz out
I can get your gang gone if we cash out
My campaign strong like a bag of loud
Once that on, pussy nigga ain't no backin' out
On your street, we gon' creep with 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' two different cars
Beefin' with two different sides, on two different blocks
Aimin' at two different guys, uppin' two different Glocks
Bitch I'm with two different Glocks, yeah
Bitch I'm uppin' two different Glocks,
grrah stop all that flexin', nigga know he with it
Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his
ABG, anybody can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it,
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, up seventeen times, yeah