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 to his car, Michael Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
be the fast nigga, gang
My or no gang, yeah
Tell me what's the problem, we can that
Hit up or Leeky and I guarantee they cancel that
Hah, I they cancel that
Quando Rondo
Leeky told me if you your nigga love him to the fullest
Don't put your up in these bitches, put 'em in the bullets
I told my brother Light that this that life before
I could do a hundred years and I won't change
These other niggas in the streets, they tryna 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 heard my last
I was locked up in that cell, Re had a song
He ain't 'bout that that he puttin' in them songs
I'm for my niggas, I told 'em that's right or wrong
Ray Bans, this shit just don't seem
All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the green
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 slide 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
Nigga ABG, can get it
Nigga ABG, anybody can get it,
Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he
Glock-21, up seventeen times
Glock-21, up seventeen times, yeah
I made it off my block, I feel I
I just got a pistol for Christmas, but don't get
sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm overrated
Mama told me just like this, you you were born to be hated
Instagram thuggin', that's make me pull up
Hollow tips filled to the tip, yeah my clip up
Pressure hit, roll this kush up
Sixty crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah
He say got bands, well we got them 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 cross them too
Tell me what it be and we gon' 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 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, can get it, yeah
all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
Nigga say he in the streets but I know he lyin'
Glock-21, I'ma up times
Glock-21, up seventeen 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 gone if we cash out
My campaign 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 with that out
One in the head, leave you by the stop sign
Pop out the window with extendos then this Glock
High chase, runnin' from two different cars
Beefin' with two different sides, swangin' on two different
at two different guys, uppin' with two different Glocks
Bitch I'm uppin' two different Glocks, yeah
Bitch I'm uppin' two different Glocks,
grrah stop all that flexin', know he ain't with it
Catch his ass down bad, I one to his fitted
Nigga ABG, can get it
ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
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, yeah