Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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

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

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

This is for the and the 'Llac's
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 full of dollars
stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from mister high spoke
Suburban driver, pussy diver

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

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

donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
'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 catch 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 hate you homie
Playa, on
I hate you homie

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

A living presidential
I'm on the level that you bustas will never
My thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit I'm old and ill

Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel I say, I got time to parlay
off in the bay, smoke some 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 smokin' doolamac
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players smokin
With the Benz makin' ends I mean paper stacks

Playa on
I can't hate you