Luyện nghe bài hát Burn Rubber

Inside
you know about that
Real
The real

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

I'm ridin', sidin', whippin' and dippin'
I look at all the young trippin'
It's no big deal when little get hot
When get jealous, somebody get shot

You in love? make you lose your mind
why I run these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me so depressin'
Actin' you don't know, my profession

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

Burnin' rubber on bitches, so fast

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

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

You than a studio gangsta
Behind doors, gettin' his booty hole spanked up
You disrespect the game
All these video out there spittin' your name

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

They tryin' to the rap game to some real punks
It's like when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin', I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged bitch a overbite, that suck it right

this pimp don't lie
How many stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
A lot of fuckin' for a whole lot of
You just wannabe noticed so you're out there

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

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