Luyện nghe bài hát Any Meanz

(check it out)
In the muthafuckin' (geah)
For the
Mr tony back in the regulate y'know I'm sayin'
Half ounce hoodlums in the

Deadly is what I'm bringin'
Be's the problem when my revolver starts singin'
A thin line between life and death stuck
When my turns corrupt so I'm mentally fucked
I be the pain like meth
Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs
Hollow start to spit
Regulate block no bullshit
a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g
Retaliation of the after me
No
Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the path
Chest
Buckshots touch yo' side
N 2 deep no sleep when we ride claim west gang
the side of ridahs
Gang of arms out the is if we responds
Homicides: points up for the victory
Y'all know it's compton 4 life, no killin' me

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For we've been accustomed to serves the fiends
On the streets the works stuffed away in jeans
Bitches and niggas do damnest
Buck for the paper by any meanz...

I needs no bullshit you better know it
If it's a to be the greediest i'ma show it
all for the scrilla
Divine, cristal, no wine, top
Seven is the destiny
let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me
You who got it, heavyweight
No premium shit
Bitches beg mr. tony: you just quit!
Cash flows to make fat since '86
Where the cash western union through mix
Hoes got the pick up straight and no stoppin'
And watch out for the
Cause just might got the word
Who runs to west side got the bitches on
Check it, for 20's and 50's they naked
Y'all knows the deal it's complication nines I
On a mission, premonition, money to coke

Chorus...

One got me on a foot pursuit
freeze in the air as they start to shoot (get up!)
Money that I loot thus the chase
Plea's no contest when I'm slapped with a
Judge put my at a mill
as a bird, lawyer tryin' to fight appeal
Still got the co - which direction
Fly birds through your intersection
Reflections of the way used to be
Where me amigos gave of love on the kilos
the g way
Five hun' on the freeway
In the d-game got a name blowin' the chronic
Too difficult to get with the ebonics
No gin and tonic, situations
spittin' too fast like my fingers bionic

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