Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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 I mean paper stacks

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

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

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

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

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

the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the of the curb
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 white
And then I up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the with the most hoes 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 smoke I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he to sweat me
he'd be nice and all

'Cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you they can't catch 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
This is for the

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

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

A living presidential
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 studio and make a
For real, I'm slanging platinum until 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 shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for

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

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

Playa on
I hate you homie