Luyện nghe bài hát Burbans And Lacs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, yellow or blue
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 of a master plan
I got fans on my promotional van
I'm the new Liberraci, at how this shit got me
I fuck D-Block and the Dipset posse

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

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

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black 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
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 wake up and my praises to God
Just for letting me see sunrise
sometime, making it through the night is hard
Livin' in a place where cheering kills, and police be the civilian

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

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

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

We ride and Lacs, black 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 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)