Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) wood grain with the seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight 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 ounce of
Hit ten, to Texas
to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up see, did a song last week with my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on some spinach
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

is for the Burbans 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 and them stacks

See full 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 driver, pussy diver
Push the glock when I'm riding
down 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 serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm
But I still gave him dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, the top cause it was hot
Hit the with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot
donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the
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 dashboard you never know who not be
This is for the

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

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

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