Luyện nghe bài hát Boomshakalaka

We in the last days
we saw what's over

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

I'm forty in my hand
Bet mother fucker won't NBA Jam
Up the springfield, think 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 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 fine ass
She got red lipstick on the wine
I know you mad
I see you wagging
Act you got some sense or something bad will happen
She got off work and came straight to the
Your bitch tryina catch a with some rich thug
Oh you mad

Bitch trill OG on ready
Triger finger on the triger and it's all
No problem is too big or too
Got the third eye to see around corners and through
No who calls we answer first ring
Mind on the baby that's the first thing
Got your baby [?]
Losing a hundred million be the worst thing
This that mob music, stricktly for men
Run up like you want it you can catch up then
I playin 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 make it do what it do bro
And you know so act
'Cause I'm keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

I'm what you call a living (sha-plow)
what you call 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 over your land
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred
I'm not a you know my name now my story
You you represent fame I rep glory
Damn now these nigga's talkin
But don't say nothin 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 industry niggas I hang with killers
I don't fuck with these rap they ain't my niggas
My whole outfit Paris
up to your house party like Robert Harris