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

(Uh) wood grain with the seats
so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ just raised the Lexus
Called up see, did a song last 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 and twelves bumpin in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin ends and them stacks

See full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
it from mister high spoke rider
Cadillac driver, pussy diver
the glock inside 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 serve him, I said can't tell I'm off?
But I still him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, to plot
Spin donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me
Thinkin' he'd be and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you know 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 who might not be
This is for the

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

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green
I'm on the scene, nigga
Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll 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 shit and hit the studio and a mill
For real, I'm slanging shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No Limit for

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