Luyện nghe bài hát Boomshakalaka

We in the last days
Yeah we saw what's

40 on me break you off
And got the cocka just boomshakalaka
I'm a young cold mother fucker
Put the out and rock it like boomshakalaka
My niggas hit licks like with the forty glockas
Boomshakalaka boom
And my bitch blast and she got that ass
Like boomshakalaka
People say we runnin out of
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme boomshakalaka
I'm a lose my mind and I'm a
Blast this tech nine like bitch
say we runnin out of time
And they drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
A nigga run upon me and try to mine
I'm a pop this tech nine like bitch

I'm ballin forty in my
Bet this mother fucker NBA Jam
Up the springfield, don't' my aim off
My Louie Jacket cost more ya chain cost
I'm act up
Now show punks how I'm strapped up
on me, (fuck you up)
Hot damn, son of a
Tell daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch
Turn tha t.v. on, they stories
your bitches on, she extra horny
And I know what I'm on, with your ass
She got red lipstick on the wine
I you niggas mad
I see you tail
Act like you got some sense or something bad will
She got off work and came to the club
Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich
Oh you mad

Bitch trill OG on ready
Triger finger on the and it's all steady
No problem is too big or too
Got the third eye to see around corners and walls
No matter who calls we answer first
Mind on the money baby that's the thing
Got your baby [?]
Losing a hundred million wouldn't be the thing
This mob music, stricktly for made men
Run up like you want it you can up fate then
I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not
They gone find you right there in the same you lay in
I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro
I'm the cat who make it do what it do bro
And you so act right
'Cause I'm keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

I'm what you call a legend (sha-plow)
Thiss what you a mack eleven (sha-plow)
Here's two on the way down plow
Here's four more plow plow plow
I got a plan to take your land
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a grand
I'm not a star you know my now my story
You simple you represent fame I rep
Damn now these talkin down
But they don't say when I'm around
They don't fuck with y'all no you get a pound
No matter of fact fuck that you get
I don't' hang with industry I hang with killers
I don't fuck with these rap niggas ain't my niggas
My whole from Paris
up to your house party like Robert Harris