Luyện nghe bài hát Burbans And Lacs

Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you,
Man, I done lost so homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million pictures, me and all of my niggaz
In years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga

Aw naw, hell, naw, man, done up and done it
We chiefing everyday, smoking bluebonic, chronic
I did it, I done it, rap beef, you know who won it
I'm million worldwide, I got mo' money

Europe me eighty G's for a hour show
And any would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really
And over there, you could get ten for ten

I over and over again, God, forgive me
I'm a young thug with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand Benz with my name on my rims
And I pull up, hoes be like, I know that's him

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I in a Fleet wood
You know the one the platinum skin
And the chrome spinning shoes, that the feet good
Might slide in my Intrepid
Or the limousine tint over and fresh meat

Guaranteed to when enemies test me
I'ma empty the clip and again
Ain't got no gal, got no friends
Only thing I give a damn is my ends

I wish [unverified] was
So I could watch him another Dub again
I'm mad at the world, fuck love
my so called partnas think I'm cappin'

Bitch, earned the right to live the good life
Y'all know how long I've been

We ride Burbans and Lacs, yellow or blue
the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

You know, I'm thinking of a plan
I got chrome fans on my van
I'm the new Liberraci, look at how shit got me
I fuck with D-Block and the posse

My spinners stop, y'all rappers don't shop
'Cause your jeweler told me, you be fake rocks
And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you can't
'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, can't breathe

I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my
And I tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway, 153

We Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping like Screw
I'm the of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, yellow or blue
the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

Every morning I up and give my praises to God
Just for letting me see another
'Cause sometime, making it the night is hard
Livin' in a place where cheering kills, and police be the civilian

Lord, I've been you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a whole heap a
I know a bunch of blessings as well
I remember I had to sleep on benches
rob motherfuckers and leap over fences

In a single bound, I my mama could see me now
Ain't no tryin' to see me now
no rival gangs trying to beat me down
It's MTV and BET now and ain't no mo' weed
nothing but the best herb

With a grandaddy cup of codeine
eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir
I'm like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd Coast
Look, respect the South and we gon' see straight, see

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
That's the only way we ride, chopping like Screw
I'm the of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
That's the only way we ride, blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)