Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

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

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

See pockets full of dollars stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister spoke rider
Cadillac driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing the block, holla at my boys up in the third
Got the latest word, to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't I'm off?
But I still gave him dollars to wipe my white 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, 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 to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the
And you they can't catch 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
is for the playas

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

Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A made is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha don't believe, check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level 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 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, 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 players smokin'
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks
is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
With the makin ends I mean them paper stacks
Playa on
I hate you homie