Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

[Intro: ? & Westside
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, Calabasas out in Calabasas
the MAC in, Off-White fatigue with the army patches
Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, 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 when I wrote my celly, Louis slides
Doctor 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 Villanova, gave him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for TEC toter
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I dare one of y'all to step on the
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 it's
You want a but you shook
My went to trial and got cooked
He should've looked both
I got rich off of
Yours never back, what a shame

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

[Verse 3: Busta
I cut coke like I'm beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, they me Salt Bae
bag my crack while 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 what you're to say
At a hookah with a waitress serving coke, now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth this evening, pop the bottle cork and
Pipe your bitch 'til she sleeping, show my bread, you'll be to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off the K,
Molding and the predator
Better off the prey despite how kneeling they often
It's like I'm still bagging with Fredrico
Blade accidentally split finger
Blood mixed up all in the perico,
Sorry for all of you that became victims while we count your bread over mojitos
imported fabrics even when I'm in my street clothes
This distribute butter
Like I'm spreading it on wheat
So much bread the money bag swell up, we it in each loaf

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