Luyện nghe bài hát Break Fool

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet,
AAAAHHHH

See me on the with tha chromed out drop
head to toe bustin out my halter top
'Tight' through tha hood
Blow up the whole
With tha
TV

EASY!!

Working the on the quest for lime green
Steady puffin on brown for the time being
Battle on cock I get all up in your ear
Trying to get a record deal, somebody famous

Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the bar
in my grill like they really got a chance
Chicken heads trying to front they not Digga fans
Say yall!!

Do Me

Shittin on MC's, what I do for a
takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins
Anybody got a beat, then they keep it hittin
Retailers put your fit in for the chick spittin

This for my niggas and bitches makin
By day you play it cool, by night you fool
Say it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, it, smoke it, trick it
for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day you play it cool, by night you break
Say it up
IT UP
it up
IT UP
it up
IT UP
it up
IT UP

VIP
Certain get in
Cats without wristbands steady to slip in
on delivery, everybody chip in
Dump it, roll it, it, smoke it

Ladies you at say 'Do you queen?'
Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight
My straight thug bitches rock and tattoos
one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!!

Now, this for my real live cats
who be for the rhymes
not for the track
Take all the hype and a nigga straight wack
Say dat!!
DAT!!
Dat!!
DAT!!

My squad hold it passin bars, passin mics
Make emcees stay at with water and flashlights
Ya motherfuckas crazy 'Git Da Git'
Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting the chick

For those who to whip it
For those who to flood it
For who want to buy it
For who want to dub it
For who want the sexy
For those who want the
Say

Comin up fast while fallin even faster
A blitz on a handling my money matters
For those who to smoke it
For those who want to it
For those who want to me
know where they can stick it

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