Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

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

is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, makin' and riding strapped

(Uhh)
grain with the leather seats
Windows so you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on 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
Listening to DJ 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 ain't dead, I'm in it

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

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

Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy
Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
Got the latest word, 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 dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I up out the block, dropped 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 seen five-O, and man he tried to me

Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 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 can't hate you
Playa, on
I can't hate you

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

A living presidential
I'm on the that you bustas will never feel
My daughter 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 slanging shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
off in the bay, smoke some hay
I wouldn't have that shit no way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for

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

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

play on
I hate you homie