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' ends I mean paper stacks

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
is for the players smokin' doolamac
Slappin' skins, makin' and riding strapped

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

Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ Screw raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my Bun B
on some green spinach
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
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
With the Benz makin' ends and them paper

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

Push the inside when I'm riding
Flossing the block, holla 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 can't tell I'm off?

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my walls
And then I burst up out the block, 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 straight up
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there
I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he tried to me
he'd be nice and all

'Cause I gotta 185 in the hood and you they can't catch me
And if you see me chilling you can me
But I keep 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 you homie

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

A niggas living
I'm on the level you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get up in the game and get killed
But that 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 I say, I got time to parlay
off in the bay, smoke some hay
I wouldn't that shit no other way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

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

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

Playa on
I can't hate you