Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon remix

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

[Lil'
Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a in his thigh and leg,
tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the nigga doin it,
Bet baby.
These niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some 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 or put some money on your head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga 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 don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel a kid again.

Straight up, I got no conversation for ya,
talk to the cannon.
Have a few with the cannon.
Tell it to my mother cannon.

From Philly to I'm landin Ima cannon.
And I'm on Philly fire shit,
Then I come equipped.
You try me get bodied keep you and the 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.
Homie know I'm of your house,
Tie up brother.
Make the prick call up your mother she might know where to you.
I am on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the
Its like the ocean; open water you drownin
I will fore drown them and them heat them and leave them stinkin.
Sharks surround them and eat them then know that I will.
Roll over ya squad like I'm a one card.
You chumps, you call General Motors.
I will, take of your soldiers.
You listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken.

(Willie The Kid)
Ayo, I make it hard for rap I'm peer pressure,
fact I'm motivation to rap better.
I niggaz how to act how to dress better,
I stay fresh more fitted than bat catchers.
I'm the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool the fuckin (cannon).
words I'm the real for real
We can go for check or bill for bill,
We can go chick for chick or for skill,
The is sealed.
ain't real as will cause Ima (cannon).
And I handle well pedal cannon dale.
And I got the 50 cal mag its a handheld.
I'm tellin you niggaz I pop put a in you niggaz,
My watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz.
I got whores in the camcorder bendin over
Blowin game by the quarter weed over in the corner

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 better scurry I pull the (cannon).
burn the streets like a truck through the gas,
I love head and a voluptuous ass.
I ask your momma is she up to the task,
She damn red its bigger than a (cannon).
My attire makes the say your man is too fly,
Imported oils from and Dubai.
Get slippin with ya mans and you die,
Where I'm niggaz be quick to squeeze the (cannon).
Detroit red always got some for ya ear.
me love but keep it movin man cause if you get near.
I'll say get off my dick and tell ya bitch to here.
Cause you sweatin me and my dj (cannon).

Legs spread far out, you how I'm standin,
Yea I'm with the big homie (cannon).
I got niggaz who 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 when they at the mound its gravy.
healthy I'm better,
No spinderella, a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana.
Yea, Vick found that nigga and we smokin no more regular,
Keep ya midgrain I think you know no better.
They loving the trunk now they hear more shit,
I play it modest like nigga that's of our old shit.
Got niggaz I ain't never met wantin to me,
Got hoes that's in love askin why you like me,
Bitch I'm married to the and I love my wifey,
Steppin over competition man I these 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 nigga the is wrong.
All ya data is off, ya info valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't
True master p and his two brothers,
call it incest cause this the mother fucker.