Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

This is for the and the 'Llac's
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks

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

(Uhh)
Wood grain the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a to see me
Smokin' on doshia
niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, in the projects
Sold a half an ounce of

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

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

See full of dollars
Already strong gangsta leaning sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high rider
Cadillac driver, pussy diver

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

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

donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there
'Cause I clocked when I was finished
I five-o, and man he tried 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 that 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 'Llacs, and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, tell ya

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

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

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

Playa on
I can't hate you