Luyện nghe bài hát Burbans And Lacs

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

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

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

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

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

Guaranteed to squeeze when test me
empty the clip and reload again
Ain't got no gal, ain't got no
thing I give a damn about is my ends

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

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

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
That's the 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)

We ride and Lacs, black yellow or blue
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)

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

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

I got a trick up my sleeve, ever pick up my weed
And I tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I switch 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 blades like
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

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

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

Lord, I've been you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
though I can call a whole heap a burdens
I know there's a of blessings as well
I remember when I had to sleep on
Straight rob motherfuckers and over fences

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

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

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

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)