Luyện nghe bài hát Cannon remix

[Lil' Talking:]
Listen, my nigga Drama man something
I need you to do else for them man,
just to warm em up, and 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 tape and rope,
leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear bitches hummin,
Don't let that shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his and leg,
Then him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born 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 niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I 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,
Shout out my fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him like a kid again.

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

From to where I'm landin Ima cannon.
And I'm on that Philly shit,
Then I come equipped.
You try me get keep you and the shawtie in the whip.
If a nigga try to me Ima blam him.
Single on them ti-ti-tired of 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 champ of the flow
Its like the ocean; open water you drownin
I fore drown them and sink them heat them and leave them stinkin.
Sharks surround them and eat nice then know that I will.
over ya squad like I'm a one punch card.
You chumps, you best General Motors.
I will, control of your soldiers.
You wont listen till I toss them in the wok chicken.

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

Yea, yea Detroit red gettin like them white folks,
Dump it out the of the range wiht the right folk.
Pain like a the first day of her cycle,
You better scurry I pull the (cannon).
Straps burn the streets like a truck the gas,
I love and caressin 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 ladies say man is too fly,
Imported oils Iran 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.
Show me 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 posted with the big (cannon).
I got niggaz who don't rap lovin our shit,
We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac our shit.
These niggaz can't see me I ain't been around lately,
A good when they at the mound its gravy.
healthy I'm better,
No spinderella, just a cigarillo, filled Tropicana.
Yea, Vick found nigga and we ain't smokin no more regular,
Keep ya I don't think you know no better.
They loving the trunk now they wanna more shit,
I play it modest like nigga that's of our old shit.
Got niggaz I never met wantin to fight me,
Got hoes that's in love askin why you don't me,
Bitch I'm married to the game and I my wifey,
Steppin over man I love these Nikes.
I'm hot, fanning,
Niggaz tryna copy my style the (cannon).
Don't try to compare I'm in a of my own,
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the is wrong.
All ya data is off, ya ain't valid
Artist of the the competition ain't balanced
True like p and his two brothers,
Don't call it incest this the mother fucker.