Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

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

This is for the Burbans and the
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
Slappin' skins, makin' and riding strapped

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

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

up Pimp C
Did a song last week my nigga 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 bumpin' in the
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
With the Benz makin' ends and paper stacks

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

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

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

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a 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 hood and you they can't catch 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
is for the playas

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 that
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha don't believe, check the credents, they'll tell ya

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

For real, I'm slanging shit until 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, smoke hay
I wouldn't that shit no other way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

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

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

play on
I can't hate you