Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the 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, I mean them stacks

This is for the Burbans and the
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding

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

to the gizzame, stopped in the projects
Sold a 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 some green
And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm 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 paper

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

Cadillac 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 side of the

A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said, bitch can't tell I'm
But I gave him five dollars 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
me spinnin', you can tell I was there
'Cause I smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to me

Thinkin' he'd be 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 keep that glock, 40 up on the

You never know who not be
This is for the

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

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, chasing for that green
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 never feel
My daughter thought I'd get 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 have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

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

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

play on
I can't hate you