Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

[Intro: ? & Westside
It doesn't for him
on
Grr, ayo
'Cause he don't want you to that you can walk on the water
Well, I'ma tell you now
Grr

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, rocking out in Calabasas
Tuck the MAC in, Off-White fatigue with the patches
Allah 'em, suede sweatsuit, Palm Angels
Star spangled, Draco his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, Veuvo
My lil nigga dropped out the first day of
Dropped tears when I my celly, Louis slides
Doctor Romanelli the Desi, switch the bust to the gold Presi
Who that nigga usually laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas, plug loafers made from
Handle like Villanova, gave him cold shoulders
But the colder for them TEC toter
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I dare one of y'all to on the Waverunners
Plain summer, hit the coast, his brains in the luggage
Make you suffer, but you it (ah)
Make you suffer, but you love it (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wayne bucking, chain tucking 'fore took
You a yard but you shook
My nigga went to trial and got
He should've both ways
I got rich off of
never came back, what a shame

[Verse 2:
Yo, ay, look, my dog'll slit your for a brick of coke
He walked in the credit union, he slipped a note
A new Ferrari, ticket price, that's my kitchen grossed
Illegal business, my off balance, and my blender broke
Griselda on another run, and that's major
And y'all put guns in hands of you know ain't gon' clap
I got the .38 on strap Raiders black
We pistols, did missions, then traded back
Born in the era, in the '80s with the
Hit the corner and they cop a baby in the stroller
Saw my family on drugs, that's what made me whip the
If I don't answer for the plug, that's make him miss his quota
Uh huh, it's crazy, we came up doing all this evil
Sold dope so much cut that it clogged they needles
And being real, for this long, gon' be to equal
for the hustlers who got on and fed all they people
My niggas stand up, my shoot straight
Crime do pay, these Nike boxes not for space
Y'all got due dates, for one charge, did time in two
I put of my kids up, applying toothpaste, uh
This gon' be a heartbreaker, and I stand by it
Can flying, blowing at your head a hair dryer
East side nigga, my whole hood full of
Guns in cases, blood on a long apron

3: Busta Rhymes]
I cut coke I'm chopping beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, they call me Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack while I fuck 'em in a stay
Niggas'll brag flipping coke while I somersault the yay
Your coke good, but you a is what you're supposed to say
At a hookah with a waitress serving coke, now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe bitch 'til she sleeping, show my bread, you'll be forced to pay
Cocked, now I'm off the K, developer
Molding and shaping the
Better off the prey how kneeling they often pray
It's like I'm bagging crack with Fredrico
Blade accidentally your finger
Blood mixed up all in the perico,
Sorry for all of you niggas that became victims while we count your bread mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics when I'm in my street clothes
motherfucker distribute butter
Like I'm spreading it on toast
So much the money bag swell up, we getting it in each loaf

Because he don't want you to know that you can on the water
Well, tell you right now