Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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

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

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

Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ just raised the Lexus
up Pimp C, did a song last 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 Bourbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
With the Benz makin' ends and paper stacks

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

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

But I gave him five dollars 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

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there
'Cause I smoke when I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he tried to 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 that glock
40 up on the dashboard you never who might not be
is for the playas

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

Bourbans and 'Llacs, mansions and bitches, and weed
A made is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, tell ya

A living presidential
I'm on the level that you bustas never feel
My thought I'd get caught up in the game 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 gonna 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 and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
With the makin' ends I mean them paper stacks

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

Playa on
I hate you homie