Luyện nghe bài hát Annie Maes

[mr.
my wickedness, now can you picture this?
2 crooks, went off tha hook,
Don a blunt, I feel tha dizzyness
yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like twizzler
My nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked 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 that mae
Catch a 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 runnin tight wit me
Jus a crooked ass nigga claim these streets
Beats I rip em, oh yes indeed nuthin simpler
Gotta 0 for them foes, that stories
Yes I'm tha rippla, watch out I hit cha
And keep on comin when trouble
I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make niggaz scuffle
Bust yo bubble, if tha static
up on his heart
That's to set this shit
Nigga, b4 it starts

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

I bring mo than mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause i'ma creeper
Pull out my pistol faster than you reach and yo beeper
See we teachers, and as you break fast, class had started
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, 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 blow a bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste 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 cutlass
Hataz want ruckus, but all my niggaz fuck em
Let's go to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin

Chorus

[mr.
Time to hit tha dance flo', at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can play em 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 by yo biddies
Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like
But tension buildin up, ol busta and his freak
Tryin to up in tha club cause he fucked her friend last week
I'm gon keep, my composure, head for tha exit
Already 2:55 and niggaz out hea wreckin
I'm bettin gon be, mo drama in a minute
Baby momma 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, time to hit tha way to go
to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha shit
I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha? ) my lungs get big,

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Who is that? tha rockla nigga, up tha block sparklin
Lettin my holla in my black 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, tha game, got claim?
I gotta ak 47 and I it kc
Cause he sound so sweet, when I let him go and release
Cant his brotha jojo, tha 44 on my hip
When I run his brotha, best believe he a trip
Nigga sumthin, comin down clean and I'm dippin sumthin
Fast nigga, blow niggaz like eric dickerson
I ain't sportin gators but you niggaz watch me though
Fubued out tha game, chain, wit a foxy hoe
Feelin like a millionaire hennessey
Full of green trees, you betta picture me