Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the smokin' doolamac
skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped

(Uh) wood grain with the leather
Windows so dark you need a to see me
Smokin' on doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a song week with my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on some spinach
And niggas trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it

This is for the Burbans and the
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
With the Benz makin and them paper stacks

See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke
Cadillac driver, pussy diver
the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my up in the third
Got the latest word, to the side of the curb
A fiend that me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him dollars to wipe my white walls
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most at the sideshow, abouts to plot
Spin donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you know they can't me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be
This is for the

Playa, on
I can't hate you
Playa, on
I hate you homie

Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A made life is all I dream, chasing for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the that you bustas will never feel
My daughter I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a
For real, I'm platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't that shit no other way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

This is for the Burbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin'
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them stacks
This is for the Burbans and the
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I them paper stacks
play on
I hate you homie