Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' Corners

Big A K A all up off in yo main gul drawers
Frank Dingaling the hog
That's some of Peruvian weed
Okay, okay okay okay, okay

Now everyday is a day so
I slide on my 'llac black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 tux
Ice in my plus my Rollie stay plush

Don't got no main lady 'cuz I like to fuck
Just got one I can to bust these keys down to dust
Split these G'z out with us, shut these P'z to flush
I got sluts that can puff and blow yo nuts till they bust

We bendin' corners in a crush
And keep 2 clips cuz I'm to bust
One 4 hoes so we gon' ball
We got a case of yak so my won't fall

Them 20 inches got that Deville sittin' tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like
And we gon' creep when we here we come
We poppin' 65432 and here comes the 1 and for real

I'm corners in my Cadillac
Pistol under my wit a sack full of crack
hay, getting blown

I'm bendin' corners in my
4 in the back one head in my lap
head, on the road

Now, it's eight rules to my game of
Rule 1, 'em all and follow 'em right
Rule 2, don't take no from none of these hoes
Just be bought 2 things fuckin' 'em out and 'em broke

3, if you ever get some bread to buy a key
Make sure the nigga you it from don't work for the MPD
Rule 4, if you ever try to kick in a doe, kick it right the time
You don't lay out the doe

Rule 5, important, keep yo Southern pride
Fuck what they hind closed doors, you know the South get live
Rule 6, tell playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad like a bitch
they shit ain't droppin' hits

Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've 1
Don't eva leave the house without strapped wit a gun
Rule 8, just 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven
Hug my late Kevin

Bring it now, them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the like stone wall
We gon' creep when we here we come
We poppin' 65432 and comes the 1 and that's for real

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
under my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, getting

I'm corners in my Cadillac
4 hoes, in the back, one in my lap
Getting head, on the

Now ask yo self, am I the pimp you eva saw
They call me Peter Westraw, the son in law, why?
I know you niggaz know how
To the saddest hoes snort powder and get live

Been doing shit since the age 5, way back in 85' and I still ain't tired
But why? 'Cuz that's something that ya'll to know
When I empty out yo block I'm gone it wit holes

Bring it back now them 20 inches got that Coup Deville tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like
And we creep when we crawl
We poppin' 65432 and comes the 1 and that's for real

I'm bendin' corners in my
Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of
Smoking hay, getting

I'm bendin' corners in my
4 hoes in the one head in my lap
head, on the road

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
Pistol my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, blown

I'm bendin' corners in my
4 in the back, one head in my lap
Getting head, on the

On the road, getting
On the road, getting
On the road, hay
blown, smoking hay

Getting blown, hay
Getting blown, hay