Luyện nghe bài hát Ccc Runnin The Game

(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block yeah
Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Changin' Click-clack
go mayn, uh, uh

I got them dudes feeling me
Cause my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of
A celebrity, but I keep the chopper
go blacka, I push that through your memory
Half of my enemies, see
Me and my bro shot down, a family of Kennedy's
Ask who as as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how them yella's be
When see the car, nicely dropped
With the paint job, that like a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like
Thick hips, with the top
You could find me propped, in a grimy
Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is
Your body start tripping, trying to find the
start tripping, trying to find the watch
She wanna my knots
But all she get is nut, behind my crotch
Mommy stop, it's
When she see the O's and commas,
Coming out those pajamas, you this mama
And I'm a camera, focused on her
By the end of the night, be poking on her
Cause I she wanna
Niggas think they running man

Don't get me started, y'all know who the
Doing your thang, but baby
Changing Click, is the name
That's the game
Get it in your nigga, Color Change
Mmmmmm, running the
Get it in your brain nigga, Color
Mmmmmm, we running the

Let me give you a reasons, we running the game
Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like name
I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite that
Tired of these cats, and pretend to be raps
they pretend to be this, then pretend to be that
No you falsifying, when can we see facts
Your raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be
That, would be a little to the truth
puke if your group, get any closer to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, where it's to be a roof
Cause the air in my hair, when I'm opening the Coupe
on the dream team now, him a winner
Anybody got any words for him, I'm
Slam your face towards my rim, and the spinner
So you can tell your friends, you had rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the is better for
A balling metaphor, or go getting for
A Coupe the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers
If on me is a hobby, go get a better chore
Boy, any that got tension
Send you to de-tenetion, and to not mention
Did I mention, you don't my attention
Crush you Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is two footer
kids naw lady, every thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the in the cartoon cover
Got paper, longer your arm
Just look how the boy flosses, that boy tosses
His towards your face, to your jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just it

This is for the down South Dirty, vogues
My niggas, my Southside whoa
I slide on the scene, with a mouth of golds
I slide on the block, I'm fresh off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but call me Kelly
Bright red top, and Perelli's is rolling
And my fellas is holding, the he toting
So fellas, please don't him
Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna some
Homegirl better stop fronting, and something
For all my niggas,
Two step the club, like you throwed from dro
Oh, haters don't trouble me though
this year, I'm bout to make double the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, they the flow
Open the do' they come in and go, oh they us so
Maybe cause tattoo's, maybe
Cause we braided up dudes, maybe cause we rap too
And flash jewels, where when the light coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu ah-choo
Why you think, they call me
I got Rasaq's on the chain, and on the watch
Coming down the block, think it's the cops
Cause the roof red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the lead at you, it pop
Home's dead at you, we don't stop
It's a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, already on the block
And girls, already on the jock
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas drop
Looking shocked, my raps thoed my is hot
I'm weather I spit, hooks or not
I took the block, around the world and
I took homegirl, around the and back
nigga, the birds is back
And I ain't talking bout or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps
But I still, love them girls
Hair in a bun, rocked up in a thick
Stay down me, we bout to get rich girl
If you picture fit girl, I really miss girl
I her on the curb, with her lip curled
Her friend wouldn't her up, now she interrupt
Seat bout to fuck her up, her up
The really love her butt, she think I love her butt
I'm too gutter, for
I'm in a counting butter up, man

(*talking*)
on the block nigga, uh
Ghetto Sta-uh, Ghetto Status
Ok, y'all wanna play, down South