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 them paper
is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
is for the players smokin' doolamac
Slappin' skins, makin' and riding strapped

(Uh) wood grain with the leather
Windows so dark you need a 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 of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ Screw raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a last week with my nigga Bun be
on some green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin in the
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz ends and them paper stacks

See pockets of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy
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 fiend that wanted me to him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still him five dollars to wipe 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 I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to me
Thinkin' he'd be nice and all 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 dashboard you never know who not be
This is for the

Playa, on
I can't you homie
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 on the scene, nigga
don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas 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 until 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 some hay, I wouldn't have that no other way
The life, the game tight, No Limit for life

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 them stacks
This is for the Burbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks
play on
I can't you homie