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, pimps and
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them stacks

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

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

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

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the makin' ends and them paper stacks

See full of dollars
Already stacked strong gangsta sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from high spoke rider
Suburban driver, pussy diver

Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
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 dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I 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 tell I was
I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he to sweat me
he'd be nice and all

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

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

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

A niggas living
I'm on the level that you bustas will feel
My daughter thought I'd get up in the game and get killed
But reverse 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 what I say, I got 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 players doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean paper stacks

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

Playa on
I can't hate you