Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

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

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

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

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

Called up C
Did a song last with my nigga Bun B
on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

This is for the 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 stacked
Strong gangsta leaning
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from Mister High spoke

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

A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said, can't tell I'm off?
But I still him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the 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 clocked smoke when I was
I seen five-O, and man he to sweat me

Thinkin' be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185
In the hood and you know they catch me
And if you see me chilling you can me
But I keep glock, 40 up on the dashboard

You know who might not be
This is for the

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

Bourbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, well 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 that shit and hit the studio and make a mill

For real, I'm platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
off in the bay, smoke some 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
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I them paper stacks

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

play on
I hate you homie