Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) wood grain with the leather
so dark 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 interstate ten, to
to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a song week with my nigga Bun be
Twistin' on 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 in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them stacks

See pockets full of 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, pussy
Push the glock when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, at my boys up in the third
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my walls
And I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot
Spin donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there I clocked smoke 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
This is for the

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

Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for green
I'm thugging on the scene,
Whatcha 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 a mill
For real, I'm platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I have that shit no other way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

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