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, and macks
With the Benz makin' ends I them paper stacks

This is for the and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and strapped

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

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

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

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

Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing down the block, at my boys up in the third
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm

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

donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
'Cause I clocked smoke when I was
I five-o, and man he tried to sweat me
he'd be nice 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 know who not be
is for the playas

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

Bourbans and 'Llacs, mansions and bitches, and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya

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

Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke hay
I have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

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

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

Playa on
I can't you homie