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, tight wrapped up like twizzler
My nigga jus cha to feel a, crooked nigga off audelia
Dallas texas, we quickly risin up and
So light up anotha splif, get to dip, off in that highland
Sky friend, down wit me we smokin annie mae
a nigga talkin shit, he my enemy
Like kennedy, he sprayed
So I keep my loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, there go, let anotha flee
4 real crooks tight wit me
Jus a crooked ass nigga finna these streets
Beats I rip em, oh yes indeed ain't simpler
Gotta 0 for them foes, that 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 make niggaz scuffle
Bust yo bubble, if tha start
Infrared up on his
That's to set this apart
Nigga, that's b4 it

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

I bring mo grim mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause i'ma creeper
Pull out my pistol than you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had
of you will 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
em off in tha trinity, tha endin of a killin spree
Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, that figure
Nigga, go blow yo swisha, me blow a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but
All tha made by kevin a., k-roc 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
Hataz ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em
Let's go back to puffin and go try to fuck us

Chorus

[mr.
Time to hit tha flo', look at her, goddamn hoe
a couple 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 wasnt attracted by yo
Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump switches
But buildin up, some ol busta and his freak
Tryin to battle up in tha club cause he fucked her friend week
I'm gon keep, my composure, head for tha exit
2:55 and these niggaz out hea wreckin
I'm bettin it's gon be, mo in a minute
Baby might be in it, swearin to God that she gon kill him
Man I feel him, I hit tha block a couple of and go
Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, it's to hit tha way to go
Time to and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha shit
I'm be til my lungs get big,(til wha? ) my lungs get big, nigga

Chorus

Who is that? tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block
Lettin my dawgs in my black ashton martin's
What you got nigga? we some soljaz, we
my nigga, p, tha industry 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
Cause he sound so sweet, I let him go and release heat
forget his brotha jojo, tha 44 on my hip
When I run his brotha, best believe he a trip
Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and I'm sumthin
Fast nigga, blow niggaz like eric dickerson
I ain't sportin but you niggaz betta watch me though
out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe
Feelin a millionaire sippin hennessey
Full of green trees, you niggaz betta me