Luyện nghe bài hát Annie Maes

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

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

I bring mo grim than mr. reeper, keep watchin me i'ma creeper
Pull out my pistol faster you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had
Some of you will fall short in yo to be tha hardest
Now mean slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big bus
Whoopin niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and em saltdust
Cause all us, we killaz, enemies no kin to me
Drop em off in tha trinity, tha of a killin spree
a chimney, that's me, carousin that figure
Nigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, you taste nuthin but cake
All tha made by kevin a., k-roc you face
Slow it down k, I'm tryin to let em know that they cant us
We on our way to annie maes, smoked out up in this
Hataz ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em
go back to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin

Chorus

[mr.
Time to hit tha flo', look at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can play em like
But I'm jus sayin though, get yo and I'll get mine
We can sip up on this wine, some weed and get so high
I'd be lyin, if I I wasnt attracted by yo biddies
Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like
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 swiftly for tha
Already 2:55 and niggaz out hea wreckin
I'm bettin gon be, mo drama in a minute
Baby momma might be in it, 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, up a swisha shit
I'm be smokin til my get big,(til wha? ) my lungs get big, nigga

[x2]

Who is tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklin
Lettin my dawgs in my black ashton martin's
What you got nigga? we soljaz, we marchin
my nigga, p, tha industry is a toy
We bangin wit tha east coast and tha hub coast twang
But a crook 4 nigga, that's tha game, got claim?
I ak 47 and I call it kc
Cause he 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, best he a trip
Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down and I'm dippin sumthin
nigga, blow past niggaz like eric dickerson
I ain't sportin gators but you niggaz betta watch me
Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a hoe
Feelin like a sippin hennessey
Full of trees, you niggaz betta picture me