Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

[Intro: ? & Gunn]
It doesn't for him
on
Grr, ayo
'Cause he want you to know 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, fatigue with the army patches
Allah 'em, suede sweatsuit, Palm Angels
Star spangled, Draco blew his off from all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, sipping
My lil dropped out the first day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote my celly, slides
Doctor Romanelli hold the Desi, switch the to the gold Presi
Who that nigga usually laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas, plug made from cobra
Handle rock like Villanova, him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for them TEC
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I one of y'all 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, tucking 'fore it's took
You want a but you shook
My nigga went to trial and got
He should've both ways
I got off of cocaine
Yours never came back, a shame

[Verse 2:
Yo, ay, look, my dog'll your throat for a brick of coke
He walked in the credit union, then he slipped a
A new Ferrari, ticket price, that's my kitchen grossed
Illegal business, my scale off balance, and my broke
on another run, and that's major facts
And y'all put guns in hands of you know ain't gon' clap
I got the .38 on strap wearing black
We switch pistols, did missions, traded back
Born in the era, in the '80s the smokers
Hit the corner and they cop with a baby in the
Saw my on drugs, that's what made 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 doing all this evil
dope with so much cut that it clogged they needles
And being real, for long, gon' be hard to equal
This for the hustlers who got on and fed all people
My stand up, my Glock shoot straight
Crime do pay, these boxes not for shoe space
Y'all got due dates, for one charge, did in two states
I put of my kids up, applying toothpaste, uh
gon' be a real heartbreaker, and I stand by it
Can flying, blowing at your head a hair dryer
side nigga, my whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in cases, blood on a long apron

[Verse 3: Rhymes]
I cut coke like I'm chopping beats, they me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, they call me Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack I fuck 'em in a short stay
Niggas'll brag 'bout flipping coke while I the yay
Your coke good, but you a worker is you're supposed to say
At a hookah lounge with a serving coke, now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth this evening, pop the cork and spray
Pipe bitch 'til she sleeping, show my bread, you'll be forced to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off the K,
Molding and the predator
Better off the prey despite how they often pray
like I'm still bagging crack with Fredrico
Blade accidentally split your
Blood mixed up all in the perico,
Sorry for all of you niggas became victims while we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics even I'm in my street clothes
This motherfucker distribute
I'm spreading it on wheat toast
So much bread the bag swell up, we getting it in each loaf

Because he want you to know that you can walk on the water
Well, tell you right now