Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
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'
skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped

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

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

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

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

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

Cadillac driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside when I'm
Flossing 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 him, I said, bitch 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, dropped the top it was hot
Hit the spot the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot

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 seen five-O, and man he to sweat 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 you can stop me
But I keep glock, 40 up on the dashboard

You know who might not be
is for the playas

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

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

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

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

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

Playa on
I can't hate you