Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) wood with the leather seats
Windows so you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the screaming No Limit soldiers!
to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit ten, to Texas
to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a last week with my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on some green
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

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

See pockets full of dollars already strong gangsta leaning sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, diver
the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I 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 know I'm macking, a 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 tried to me
Thinkin' he'd be and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you know they catch me
And if you see me chilling you can 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 you homie
Playa, on
I can't hate you

Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, check the credents, they'll tell ya
A living 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 that shit and hit the studio and make a
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

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