Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

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Get the vests; get the
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Word up, your nines
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Crazy get out there god
that nigga hard

We give a fuck

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Yo, it's season
Y'all thugs is of high treason
of them bleeding
Some getting sent to the for no reason
On the niggas kill without a license, in scarsville
all for real cause everything is real
Don't sleep on the average cat he's steel

sin>

Ayo I'm on the cash rules
in my hand, half a hundred grand
Injure pretender in the black land
Heard he be the man
Selling jums (? ) by the pager son
He the one crazy tunes (? ) lace 'em with your tongue
So the plan
Get the glock I got the
Follow him for two
And pop him if he do
back better snap his nap back for that black
Pass the stacks to fat cat and find out the crack's at
Rolling out make sure you keep phone out
So I can your shit quick
Get his stripped and take my own route
For
Mistakes be for
Many jakes who me
But never have the to embrace me
A fool's game all the rules change
I move the same
But to blame
My nigga buddha came the ruger aim
Somebody screamed the violence
So this nigga had the silencer spitting talons at any challenger
Yo, it was a ghetto vietnam I tried to and harm
Me and har my nigga buddha caught three in the arm
But one to his abdomen
I grabbed him and him
Had to see how bad this had laced him
Yo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his
Take care my seed and my
Make sure she's him right
True indeed black I got back
I hold it down on the
May you in peace son
I see you on the