Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the makin' ends I mean them paper stacks

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
is for the players smokin' doolamac
Slappin' skins, makin' and riding strapped

(Uhh)
grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight to see me
on that doshia
Four in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the
Sold a half an ounce of

Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw raised the Lexus
Called up C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

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

See pockets of dollars
Already stacked strong gangsta sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, diver

Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my walls
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top it was hot
Hit the with the most 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 smoke when I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he tried to me
he'd 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 you never 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 'Llacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya

A niggas living
I'm on the level you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a
For real, I'm platinum 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 wouldn't that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

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

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players smokin
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks

Playa on
I can't you homie