Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) wood grain the leather seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight to see me
on that doshia, four 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 just raised the Lexus
Called up see, did a song last week with my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on some green
And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm in it

This is for the Burbans and the
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
With the Benz makin and them paper stacks

See pockets of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
it from mister high spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, diver
the glock inside when I'm riding
Flossing the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the
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 I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I clocked when I was finished
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the
And you know they 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 hate you homie
Playa, on
I can't hate you

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll ya
A living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel
My daughter I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse that and hit the studio and make a mill
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
off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
is for the players smokin' doolamac
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks
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 mean them paper
Playa on
I hate you homie