Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

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

This is for the Burbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz 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 Suburban driver, pussy
Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I gave him five 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 hoes at the sideshow, to plot
donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he to sweat me
Thinkin' be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you know can't catch me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I keep that glock, 40 up on the 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, and weed
A made life is all I dream, chasing for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the and get killed
But reverse that shit and hit the studio and a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
is for the players smokin' doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I them paper 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 mean paper stacks
Playa on
I can't hate you