Luyện nghe bài hát Burn Rubber

Inside
Yeah you know about
players
The real

I burn on you quick as hell
You need some toilet paper, don't shit on
When you see me rollin' in
I won't fuck witchu, so don't with me

I'm just ridin', sidin', whippin' and
I look at all the young hoes
no big deal when little hotties get hot
When get jealous, somebody get shot

You in Might make you lose your mind
That's why I run gray girls, two at a time
no discretion, to me you're so depressin'
Actin' like you know, my profession

I look at them thighs, and look at them
Take your ass on out, of Sin City
Wearin' all pink just like Hello
Bringin' back all C-notes and no

Burnin' on these bitches, so fast

Burn as you smash all fast
Tell it Short, no ass, no pass
All you Claus players, be on your way
With a bag full of toys on the of your sleigh

You hit your house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and 'em all somethin'
You trick, don't come me frontin'
Talkin' how you pimpin' givin' hoes what they wantin'

You than a studio gangsta
closed doors, gettin' his booty hole spanked up
You suckers the game
All these video hoes out there spittin' name

You love it when they make that, ass
But she don't give me no cash, I'll it back
I kick her where she stash the
In the plastic sack, she crash the 'llac punk bitch

They tryin' to give the rap game to real punks
just like when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin', when I I'm right
Like a bitch with a overbite, that suck it right

Player this don't lie
How many porn stars you know that to Crenshaw High?
A lot of for a whole lot of nuttin'
You just wannabe noticed so you're out sluttin'

I never cared about popular fame
It's all sittin' on top of the game
So don't stop 'til your panties
the mayor, the preacher, and a cop

You tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
'Cause he look like he
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets
Steal his watch, and make he got a drop, beotch