Luyện nghe bài hát Annie Maes

[mr.
Follow my wickedness, now can you this?
2 crooks, went off tha hook,
Don a blunt, I feel tha dizzyness
Twist yo ass up, real tight up like twizzler
My nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked nigga off
texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin
So light up splif, get ready to dip, off in that highland
Sky friend, wit me we smokin that annie mae
a nigga talkin shit, he my enemy
Like kennedy, he gettin
So I my gauge loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, there they go, let anotha
4 real crooks tight wit me
Jus a crooked ass nigga finna claim these
Beats I rip em, oh yes ain't nuthin simpler
Gotta 0 for them foes, stories untold
Yes I'm tha rippla, watch out I hit cha
And keep on when thea's trouble
I'm gon pop tha trunk, to pump, and make these niggaz scuffle
yo bubble, if tha static start
Infrared up on his
to set this shit apart
Nigga, b4 it starts

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Take out fucked up lungs tha blunt smoke
4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that to door
Smokin on maes, swervin up in that burbon
Sippin on that syrup and y'all ain't heard me,

I bring mo grim than mr. reeper, watchin me cause i'ma creeper
out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you fast, class had started
Some of you fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest
Now retarted mean slow, so I was blessed to tha big bus
Whoopin niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em
Cause all us, we killaz, ain't no kin to me
Drop em off in tha trinity, tha endin of a spree
Outsmoke a chimney, me, carousin that figure
Nigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a bigger
Then send you to a place, you taste nuthin but cake
All tha beats made by kevin a., you face
Slow it down k, I'm to let em know that they cant touch us
We on our way to annie maes, out up in this cutlass
want ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em
Let's go back to and go try to fuck us sumthin

Chorus

[mr.
Time to hit tha dance flo', at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a of yo friends so my niggaz can play em like banjos
But I'm jus sayin though, get yo team and get mine
We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so
I'd be lyin, if I said I attracted by yo biddies
Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump switches
But tension buildin up, some ol and his freak
to battle up in tha club cause he fucked her friend last week
I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha
Already 2:55 and these out hea wreckin
I'm it's gon be, mo drama in a minute
Baby momma might be in it, to God that she gon kill him
Man I him, I hit tha block a couple of times and go
Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, it's to hit tha way to go
Time to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a shit
I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha? ) my lungs get big,

[x2]

Who is that? tha rockla nigga, up tha block sparklin
Lettin my holla in my black ashton martin's
What you got nigga? we soljaz, we marchin
Like my nigga, p, tha is a toy
We wit tha east coast flow and tha hub coast twang
But a 4 life nigga, that's tha game, got claim?
I gotta ak 47 and I it kc
he sound so sweet, when I let him go and release heat
Cant forget his jojo, tha 44 on my hip
When I run outta his brotha, believe he a trip
sippin sumthin, comin down clean and I'm dippin sumthin
Fast nigga, blow past niggaz like dickerson
I ain't sportin but you niggaz betta watch me though
Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a hoe
like a millionaire sippin hennessey
Full of trees, you niggaz betta picture me