Luyện nghe bài hát Annie Maes

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

juiell (repeat 2x)

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

I bring mo grim than mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause creeper
Pull out my pistol faster you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, had started
of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest
Now mean slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big bus
Whoopin niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em
all us, we killaz, enemies ain't no kin to me
Drop em off in tha trinity, tha of a killin spree
Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, 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 a., k-roc you face
Slow it down k, I'm tryin to let em know that cant touch us
We on our way to annie maes, smoked out up in this
want ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em
Let's go back to puffin and go try to us sumthin

Chorus

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

[x2]

Who is tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklin
Lettin my dawgs holla in my ashton martin's
you got nigga? we some soljaz, we marchin
Like my nigga, p, tha is a toy
We bangin wit tha coast flow and tha hub coast twang
But a crook 4 life nigga, that's tha game, got
I gotta ak 47 and I it kc
he sound so sweet, when I let him go and release heat
Cant his brotha jojo, tha 44 on my hip
When I run outta his brotha, best believe he a
Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and I'm dippin
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
Feelin like a millionaire sippin
Full of green trees, you niggaz betta me