Luyện nghe bài hát Aston Martin

On my bout 40
My chain and my 15
This Tec me hold about 50
Blow his block like whatcha say little key
Comin through very foul a referee
The only thing on my mind is
That's why I know nothing when you ask me something
Been smoking on dope in the car
three chains from Johnny Dang
And coulda bought an Martin

1]
I got weed I need bitches
I got I don't need friends
Me and B friends, Ben Franklin thats my friend we pimpin'
Blocks, fuck with make us put the heat in ya
the ops
I can see the G in ya
Come in my
We got all up in the weed vender
Come too our
We gone make your dumb ass nigga
Flexin' on like a sucka ?
Roll up catch an opp we gone put racks on a nigga
shoot up the rest of the niggas
They gone get the best of us

2]
Car go
Tec go

Letta op ride down the block like its good
We gone his windows
And my Glock on me case a nigga think macaroni
Smoking on a big blunt of
She wasn't on me when I was in the hood
Now she say she got that good
Pistols beat KRK
We coming day by day
We don't want no peace
We pouring [?] thing all day
? Made me a treaty and we pulling off having a race
Walked in the with a smirk
Walked out laughing
I'm now
I can buy [?] or [?] now
My niggas in the still Lam fuck niggas died
Fuck don't like how I'm living now