Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and 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 bumpin' in the
This is for the players doolamac
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding

(Uhh)
grain with 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
a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ Screw just the Lexus

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

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

See pockets full of dollars stacked
Strong leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from High spoke rider

Suburban driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside I'm riding
down the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, to the side of the curb

A fiend that me to serve him, I said, bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, to plot

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a up nigga
me spinnin', you can tell I was there
'Cause I smoke when I was finished
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me

he'd be nice and all 'cause I gotta 185
In the hood and you know can't catch me
And if you see me chilling you can me
But I that glock, 40 up on the dashboard

You never know who not be
is for the playas

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

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

A niggas living
I'm on the level that you bustas never feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a

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

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 tens and twelves bumpin' in the
is for the players smokin' doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them stacks

play on
I can't you homie