Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
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 smokin' doolamac
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding

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

Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just raised the
Called up Pimp C, did a song week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some spinach
And niggas still trippin', I 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, pimps and
the Benz makin' ends and them paper stacks

See pockets of dollars
Already stacked strong leaning sideways
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy

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

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

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a 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

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

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

Bourbans and 'Llacs, and bitches, money and weed
A life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, 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 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 that shit no way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

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

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

play on
I can't you homie