Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon remix

[Lil' Talking:]
Listen, my Drama man this something
I you to do something else for them man,
just to em up, and then lay it on me.
Get ya pipe.
Yea, Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama.

[Lil'
Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin the fuckin O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can them bitches hummin,
let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a trap.
Them pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it to that paper I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
Shout out my fee.
See every mother fucker at the don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my homies don't kill him the nigga to me, yea.
miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a make him feel like a kid again.

Straight up, I ain't got no for ya,
Nigga to the cannon.
a few words with the cannon.
Tell it to my fuckin cannon.

From to where I'm landin Ima cannon.
And I'm on Philly fire shit,
Then I fully equipped.
You try me get keep you and the shawtie in the whip.
If a try to stick me Ima blam him.
Single on ti-ti-tired of them free got the butters got the green and got the tan Got the whole enchilada.
know I'm inside of your house,
Tie up brother.
Make the prick call up your she might know where to find you.
I am on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the
Its flow like the ocean; open you drownin
I will fore drown them and sink them heat and leave them stinkin.
Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know I will.
Roll over ya like I'm a one punch card.
You chumps, you call General Motors.
I will, take control of soldiers.
You wont listen I toss them in the wok like chicken.

(Willie The Kid)
Ayo, I make it hard for rap I'm peer pressure,
Matter fact I'm to rap better.
I show niggaz how to act how to better,
I stay fresh more fitted caps bat catchers.
I'm the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool the fuckin (cannon).
Other words I'm the for real
We can go check for check or for bill,
We can go chick for or skill for skill,
The is sealed.
Niggaz real as will cause Ima (cannon).
And I handle pedal like cannon dale.
And I got the 50 cal mag its a handheld.
I'm you niggaz I pop put a shell in you niggaz,
My nice Helen Keller you niggaz.
I got whores in the cannon camcorder over
game by the quarter weed over in the corner nigga

Yea, yea Detroit red gettin like them white folks,
Dump it out the window of the range the right folk.
Pain a bitch the first day of her cycle,
You scurry when I pull the (cannon).
Straps burn the streets like a truck the gas,
I head and caressin a voluptuous ass.
I ask your baby is she up to the task,
She like damn red its than a (cannon).
My attire the ladies say your man is too fly,
oils from Iran and Dubai.
Get caught with ya mans and you die,
Where I'm niggaz be quick to squeeze the (cannon).
Detroit red always got shit for ya ear.
Show me but keep it movin man cause if you get near.
I'll say get off my dick and tell ya to come here.
you sweatin me and my dj like (cannon).

Legs far out, you know how I'm standin,
Yea I'm posted the big homie (cannon).
I got who don't like rap lovin our shit,
We got who was stuck on Pac bumpin our shit.
These can't see me like I ain't been around lately,
A good battle they at the mound its gravy.
Niggaz I'm better,
No spinderella, just a cigarillo, with Tropicana.
Yea, Vick found that nigga and we ain't no more regular,
Keep ya midgrain I don't you know no better.
They loving the trunk now they wanna more shit,
I play it modest like nigga some of our old shit.
Got niggaz I ain't never met to fight me,
Got hoes that's in love why you don't like me,
Bitch I'm to the game and I love my wifey,
Steppin over competition man I love Nikes.
I'm hot, fanning,
tryna copy my style like the (cannon).
Don't try to I'm in a league of my own,
If I ain't listed at the top the stats is wrong.
All ya is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the ain't balanced
like master p and his two brothers,
Don't it incest cause this the mother fucker.