Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
With the Benz makin' ends, I mean paper stacks

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

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

True to the gizzame, in the projects
a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus

Called up C
Did a song last with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

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

See pockets full of already stacked
gangsta leaning sideways
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from Mister spoke rider

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

A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said, bitch can't tell I'm
But I still gave him five to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top it was hot
Hit the spot the most hoes 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 smoke I was finished
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me

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

You never who might not be
This is for the

Playa, on
I hate you homie
Playa, on
I hate you homie

Bourbans and Lacs, and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, tell ya

A niggas living
I'm on the level that you bustas will feel
My thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and a mill

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

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

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin' I mean them paper stacks

Playa on
I can't hate you