Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) wood grain the leather seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the back No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a last week with my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on some spinach
And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm 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
the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks

See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, diver
Push the glock inside when I'm
Flossing the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the of the curb
A fiend wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my walls
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I smoke when I was finished
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you they can't catch me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I keep 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 can't you homie

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made is all I dream, paper 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 level you bustas will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get
But reverse that and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel I say, I got time to parlay
off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for

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