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 that weed
Okay, okay okay okay, okay

Now is a pimpin' day so
I slide on my 'llac with black
in my hat wit a 3 piece tux
Ice in my grill plus my Rollie plush

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

We bendin' in a plush crush
And keep 2 cuz I'm quick to bust
One pimp 4 hoes so we gon'
We got a case of yak so my dick fall

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

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

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

Now, it's eight rules to my game of
Rule 1, learn 'em all and 'em right
Rule 2, don't take no shit from none of hoes
Just be 2 things fuckin' 'em out and leavin' '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, it right the first time
You lay out the back doe

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

Rule 7, aww naw, now should've been 1
Don't eva leave the house being strapped wit a gun
Rule 8, just 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven
Hug my Uncle Kevin

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

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

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

Now ask yo self, am I the slickest you eva saw
call me Peter Westraw, the devil's son in law, why?
I know you don't know how
To make the saddest hoes powder and get live

Been doing this shit 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 fill it wit holes

it back now them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk stonewall
And we gone creep when we
We poppin' 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for

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

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

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of
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, head
On the road, hay
Getting blown, hay

blown, smoking hay
Getting blown, hay