Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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

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

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

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

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

See pockets full of
Already stacked gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from mister spoke rider
Suburban driver, pussy diver

Push the glock when 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 that wanted me to serve him, I bitch can't tell I'm off?

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white
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 I was there
'Cause I smoke when I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be and all

'Cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you know they can't me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I keep glock
40 up on the you never know who might not be
is for the playas

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

and 'Llacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya

A living presidential
I'm on the level that you bustas will never
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit I'm old and ill

Lil' Gotti, I'm make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke hay
I wouldn't have that shit no way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

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

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

play on
I can't hate you