Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

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

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

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

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

up Pimp C
Did a song last week with my Bun B
Twistin' on some 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 bumpin' in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin' and them paper stacks

See pockets full of dollars already
Strong gangsta leaning
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from Mister High rider

Suburban driver, pussy diver
Push the glock when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
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 him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot

Hittin' donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to me

Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 'cause I 185
In the hood and you know they 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
is for the playas

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

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

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

For real, I'm slanging shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to
off in the bay, smoke some hay
I have that shit no other way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

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

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 them stacks

play on
I hate you homie