Luyện nghe bài hát Ccc Runnin The Game

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

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

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

Let me give you a reasons, we running the game
It's Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How couldn't I a flame with a name, like that name
I spit and it's flammable, you can that mayn
of these industry cats, and pretend to be raps
First they pretend to be this, pretend to be that
No you lying falsifying, when can we see
Your would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a little closer to the
I'ma puke if your group, get any to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my hair, when I'm opening the Coupe
Rasaq on the dream team now, him a
Anybody got any for him, I'm finna
Slam your towards my rim, and spin the spinner
So you can your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the is better for
A balling metaphor, or go cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better
Boy, any nigga that got
you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention
Did I mention, you want my attention
Crush you like Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see the ambulance, do for you
Well if two brothers, rap is y'all two footer
Little kids naw lady, every too gutter
get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover
Got paper, than your arm
Just how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses
His fist your face, to your jaw
It's purple as chorus, Koopa can just haunt it

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

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