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 feel tha
Twist yo ass up, real tight up like twizzler
My jus wont 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 highland
Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that mae
a nigga talkin shit, he my enemy
Like kennedy, he gettin
So I keep my loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, there go, let anotha 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 keep on comin when trouble
I'm gon pop tha trunk, to pump, and make these niggaz scuffle
Bust yo bubble, if tha start
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 door to door
Smokin on annie maes, swervin up in that
Sippin on that syrup and y'all heard me, nigga

I bring mo grim mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause i'ma creeper
out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and as you break fast, class had started
Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha
Now retarted slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big bus
niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em saltdust
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, me, carousin that figure
Nigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha
send 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 know they cant touch us
We on our way to annie maes, out up in this cutlass
Hataz want ruckus, but all my like fuck em
Let's go to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin

Chorus

[mr.
to hit tha dance flo', look at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can em like banjos
But I'm jus though, get yo team and I'll 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 titties, make yo booty jump like switches
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
2:55 and these niggaz out hea wreckin
I'm bettin gon be, mo drama in a minute
momma 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, time to hit tha way to go
to choke 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

[x2]

Who is that? tha nigga, comin up tha block sparklin
Lettin my dawgs holla in my black ashton
What you got nigga? we 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 nigga, that's tha game, got claim?
I ak 47 and I call 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, believe he a trip
Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down and I'm dippin sumthin
Fast nigga, blow past niggaz like eric
I sportin gators but you niggaz betta watch me though
out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe
Feelin like a sippin hennessey
Full of green trees, you niggaz picture me