Luyện nghe bài hát Boomshakalaka

We livin in the days
we saw what's over

40 on me you off papa
And even got the cocka boomshakalaka
Yeah I'm a young mother fucker
Put the hammer out and rock it boomshakalaka
My niggas hit licks like shotas the forty glockas
Boomshakalaka boom
And my bitch gone blast and she got ass
boomshakalaka nigga
People say we out of time
And they drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
I'm a my fuckin mind and I'm a
Blast this tech like boomshakalaka bitch
People say we out of time
And they gonna drop rhyme like boomshakalaka
A run upon me and try to take mine
I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka

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

Bitch trill OG barbeda on
Triger finger on the triger and it's all
No is too big or too small
Got the eye to see around corners and through walls
No who calls we answer first ring
Mind on the money baby that's the thing
Got your mama [?]
a hundred million wouldn't be the worst thing
This mob music, stricktly for made men
Run up like you it you can catch up fate then
I ain't I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin
They gone you right there in the same spot you lay in
I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro
I'm the cat who gone make it do it do bro
And you so act right
I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

I'm what you a living legend (sha-plow)
Thiss you call a mack eleven (sha-plow)
two on the way down plow plow
Here's more plow plow plow plow
I got a plan to take over land
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred
I'm not a star you know my name now my
You you represent fame I rep glory
Damn now these nigga's down
But don't say nothin when I'm around
They don't fuck with no doubt you get a pound
No of fact fuck that you get around
I don't' hang with niggas I hang with killers
I don't fuck with these rap niggas they my niggas
My whole outfit Paris
Show up to your house party Robert Harris