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 them paper stacks

This is for the and the Cadillac's
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
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

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

up Pimp C
Did a song last week my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some spinach
And niggas trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still 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' and them paper stacks

See pockets full of 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
the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my 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 dollars to my white walls
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, to plot

Hittin' donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
'Cause I clocked smoke I was finished
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 know they can't 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
This is for the

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

Bourbans and Lacs, and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha don't believe, 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 studio and a mill

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

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 paper stacks

is for the Bourbans 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 paper

play on
I can't you homie