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, and macks
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them 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, dividends and riding strapped

(Uhh)
Wood grain with the leather
Windows so you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that
Four in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, in the projects
Sold a an ounce of cocaine

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

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

See full of dollars
Already stacked gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from mister spoke 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, 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 to wipe my white walls
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to

donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
I clocked 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 they can't catch me
And if you see me chilling you can me
But I keep that
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 can't you homie

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

A niggas presidential
I'm on the that you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get
But reverse shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum until 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 have shit no other way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin' 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 paper

play on
I can't you homie