Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) grain with the leather seats
Windows so dark you need a to see me
Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ Screw raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a song last week my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on green spinach
And still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it

This is for the 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 full of dollars already stacked strong leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from mister high spoke
Cadillac driver, pussy diver
Push the glock when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
Got the latest word, to the side of the curb
A fiend that me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a up nigga
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 you can stop 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 you homie

Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, and weed
A made is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, well 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 game and get
But that shit and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit 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 hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

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