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

(Uh) wood with the leather seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a song last week with my 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
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks

See pockets of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it mister high spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy
Push the inside when I'm riding
Flossing the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the of the curb
A that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to
Spin donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there cause 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 they can't 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
This is for the

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

Burbans and Lacs, and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that
I'm thugging on the scene,
don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level you bustas will never feel
My thought 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 slanging platinum until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I have that shit no other way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

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