Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Our Boys

Your fakeness is
Post is deep in your
Then
Roll
And this
l's
Of that bomb-ass herb gaurenteed to rock bells
A hiphop like praswell
Travelin
babblin biddys
Game trump tight and

To get rid of
what I do to guys
Shootin and spittin
I'm banished in
any instences
Brandishin
repentences
The way to see me, don't miss these
Me and my crew so many trees that
I leaves
Never _my bitch
But smokin my system, roll blunts it's all tight
On an off
I still smoke like pipes
And bust a flow
And blow wig back like niggas with toupe's
a convertable
And further
I run the
Your shit is played and the way you fell off you coulnt
Back with a cord

Bring boys in
We can the noise in
You don't wanna fuck with dozen
[repeat 4

My crew is like a
Put fear like
Who wanna to this microphone and think that they brave
Dozen always startin the fuckin
I don't care if from kansas I'm killin the fuckin chief
Back the up I'm releasin my dumb-dumbs
Tell whore stop pagin me 9 1 1
I'm the
That they call
Smokin with mel far (? ? )
In my new car
see me
Even if I was in arizona I'd request iced tea
Bizarre don't give a about you
On top of the mountain ain't nothin your crew
Can do
Sick emcee that they call
your crew like an unexpected meter

Fuckin more shit than corsell
jassabells
In hotels

How you think your crew compared to this
It's the team that your entire clique scared to
Demandin attention when the glock
niggas to be murdered like jeffery daumer on lock down
I'm brown like bobby, hoe's like whitney
Take your title, your moms so you won't forget me
Lips sealed I might blow important plots
fronts is gettin done like micheal jordan's pops
Sure I'm one translator my fame dirty d
Y'all niggas gettin hung like this was
Got of me
Now
Cause you got a chance
Death is 3 steps so now we gotta dance
So away
Dont
the style master
I love killin beef so I a whole cow pasture
I'm sick, ill everything but sober
My plate pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over

Dirty dozen is the clique so I ran and lit cha
Ripped the ass right out ya pants a dovermin pincha
Like the cobra and
My to injure
And ya
From enterin from the edge of my
Or get your muthafuckin split at the creases
you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases
My is to keep a strange abard (? ? )
I guard my like a saint bernard
And this ain't the
the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger
Droppin whole clique with one finger
Til none
Beware of my dogs attackin like a of great danes
Chargin like freight
the great plains