Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

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

[Verse 1: Gunn]
Ayo, rocking Calabasas out in
Tuck the MAC in, fatigue with the army patches
Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Angels
Star spangled, Draco blew his head off from all
Alchemist cool, bool, sipping Veuvo
My lil nigga dropped out the first day of
Dropped tears I wrote my celly, Louis slides
Romanelli hold the Desi, switch the bust to the gold Presi
Who that usually shoulder laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas, plug loafers made cobra
Handle rock like Villanova, him cold shoulders
But the colder for them TEC toter
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I dare one of to step on the Waverunners
Plain summer, hit the west coast, his brains in the
you suffer, but you love it (ah)
Make you suffer, but you love it (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wayne bucking, chain tucking 'fore it's
You want a yard but you
My nigga to trial and got cooked
He should've both ways
I got rich off of
Yours never came back, a shame

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

[Verse 3: Busta
I cut coke I'm chopping beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, they me Salt Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack while I fuck 'em in a stay
Niggas'll brag 'bout flipping while I somersault the yay
Your coke good, but you a worker is what you're to say
At a hookah lounge with a waitress serving coke, now it off the tray
While I a birth this evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your 'til she sleeping, show my bread, you'll be forced to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off the K,
and shaping the predator
Better off the despite how kneeling they often pray
It's I'm still bagging crack with Fredrico
Blade split your finger
Blood up all in the perico, bendito
Sorry for all of you niggas that victims while we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics even when I'm in my clothes
This distribute butter
Like I'm it on wheat toast
So much bread the money bag swell up, we it in each loaf

Because he don't want you to know you can walk on the water
Well, I'ma you right now