Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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

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

(Uhh)
Wood grain with the seats
Windows so dark you need a to see me
Smokin' on that
Four niggas 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 just raised the
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some spinach
And niggas trippin', I aint dead, I'm still in it

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

See full of dollars
Already stacked strong gangsta leaning
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke
Cadillac Suburban driver, 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 serve him, I said bitch tell I'm off?

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my walls
And then I burst up out the block, the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there
'Cause I clocked smoke when I was
I seen five-o, and man he tried to me
Thinkin' he'd be 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 never know who not be
This is for the

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

Bourbans and 'Llacs, mansions and bitches, and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
don't 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 caught up in the and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the and make 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 time to
Chill off in the bay, smoke hay
I wouldn't have that no other way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
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 can't you homie