Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the and the Cadillac's
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
With the Benz ends, I mean them paper stacks

This is for the and the Cadillac's
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
Slappin' skins, dividends and riding strapped

(Uhh)
grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a to see me
on that doshia, four niggas in the back
Screaming No soldiers

to the gizzame, stopped in the projects
Sold a an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ Screw just raised the

Called up C
Did a song last week with my Bun B
Twistin' on some green
And niggas trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and twelves in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the makin' ends and them paper stacks

See full of dollars already stacked
Strong gangsta sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from Mister High spoke

Cadillac driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my up in the third
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb

A fiend that me to serve him, I said, bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most at the sideshow, abouts to plot

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
'Cause I clocked when I was finished
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me

Thinkin' he'd be nice and all I gotta 185
In the hood and you know they can't me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I that glock, 40 up on the dashboard

You know who might not be
This is for the

Playa, on
I hate you homie
Playa, on
I can't you homie

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya

A living presidential
I'm on the level that you will never feel
My thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a

For real, I'm slanging platinum shit I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to
off in the bay, smoke some hay
I wouldn't have that shit no way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

is for the Bourbans and the Cadillac's
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper

Playa on
I can't you homie