Luyện nghe bài hát Annie Maes

[mr.
my wickedness, now can you picture this?
2 deadly crooks, off tha hook,
Don smoked a blunt, I tha dizzyness
Twist yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like
My nigga jus cha to feel a, crooked nigga off audelia
Dallas texas, we risin up and surprisin
So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that
Sky friend, down wit me we smokin annie mae
Catch a nigga shit, he my enemy
Like kennedy, he sprayed
So I my gauge loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, they go, let anotha flee
4 crooks runnin tight wit me
Jus a crooked ass nigga finna these streets
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
Bust yo bubble, if tha static
up on his heart
That's to set this apart
Nigga, that's b4 it

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out fucked up lungs from tha blunt smoke
4 deep, eyes closed, gon on door to door
on annie maes, swervin up in that burbon
Sippin on that syrup and y'all heard me, nigga

I bring mo grim mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause i'ma creeper
Pull out my pistol faster than you and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had
Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha
Now retarted slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big bus
Whoopin wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em saltdust
Cause all us, we killaz, enemies 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 you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
All tha beats made by kevin a., k-roc you
Slow it down k, I'm tryin to let em that they cant touch us
We on our way to annie maes, smoked out up in this
Hataz want ruckus, but all my niggaz like em
go back to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin

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[mr.
to hit tha dance flo', look 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 and I'll get mine
We can sip up on this wine, smoke weed and get so high
I'd be lyin, if I said I wasnt attracted by yo
Lustin for them titties, make yo jump like switches
But buildin up, some ol busta and his freak
Tryin to battle up in tha cause he fucked her friend last 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 drama in a
Baby momma might be in it, swearin to God that she gon him
Man I him, I hit tha block a couple of times and go
it up fast, smash on tha gas, it's time 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 ) my lungs get big, nigga

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Who is that? tha rockla nigga, up tha block sparklin
Lettin my dawgs holla in my black ashton
What you got nigga? we some soljaz, we
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 gotta ak 47 and I it kc
Cause he sound so sweet, I let him go and release heat
Cant his brotha jojo, tha 44 on my hip
I run outta his brotha, best believe 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
like a millionaire sippin hennessey
Full of green trees, you niggaz picture me