Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

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

(Uh) wood with the leather seats
Windows so dark you 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 an ounce of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a last week with my nigga Bun be
on some green spinach
And still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it

This is for the Burbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
With the Benz makin ends and paper stacks

See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong leaning sideways
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it mister high spoke rider
Cadillac Suburban driver, diver
Push the inside when I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my up in the third
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white
And then I burst up out the block, the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most 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 cause I clocked smoke I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to me
Thinkin' he'd be and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood
And you they can't catch me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I keep that glock, 40 up on the you never know who might not be
is for the playas

Playa, on
I hate you homie
Playa, on
I hate you homie

Burbans and Lacs, and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for green
I'm on the scene, nigga
don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya
A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will 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 platinum shit until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

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