Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

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

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

(Uhh)
Wood grain with the leather
Windows so dark you a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on doshia, four niggas in the back
Screaming No Limit

True to the gizzame, stopped in the
Sold a half an of cocaine
Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw raised the Lexus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You never who might not be
This is for the

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

Bourbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, check the credents, they'll tell ya

A living presidential
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 make a

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

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I them paper stacks

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

Playa on
I can't hate you