Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players doolamac
skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped

(Uhh)
Wood grain the leather seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight 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 last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some spinach
And still trippin', I aint dead, I'm still in it

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

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 word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said can't tell I'm off?

But I still gave him five to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, 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 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 can't me
And if you see me chilling you can me
But I keep that
40 up on the dashboard you never know who not be
is for the playas

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

Bourbans and 'Llacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for green
I'm on the scene, nigga
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 and get killed
But that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum until I'm old and ill

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

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

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the smokin doolamac
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks

Playa on
I hate you homie