Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

This is for the Burbans and the
With the tens and 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
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and strapped

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

is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the makin ends and them paper stacks

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

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

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

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin'
With the Benz makin' ends I them paper stacks
This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
With the Benz makin ends I mean paper stacks
play on
I can't you homie