Luyện nghe bài hát Ccc Runnin The Game

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

I got them black dudes me
my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty
A tattooed celebrity, but I the chopper
That go blacka, I push that through your
Half of my enemies, see
Me and my bro shot down, like a family of
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, that look a icy pop
Your jock, she like Rasaq
hips, with the tiny top
You find me propped, in a grimy spot
as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked
Your body start tripping, trying to find the
Mommy start tripping, trying to find the
She wanna find my
But all she get is nut, behind my crotch
stop, it's Rasaq
When she see the O's and commas,
Coming out those pajamas, you know this
And I'm a camera, focused on her
By the end of the night, be poking on her
Cause I know she
think they running this man

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

Let me you a couple reasons, we running the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, that name
I and it's flammable, you can ignite that mayn
of these industry cats, and pretend to be raps
First pretend to be this, then pretend to be that
No you falsifying, when can we see facts
raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a little to the truth
I'ma if your group, get any closer to the booth
an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm the Coupe
Rasaq on the dream team now, him a
Anybody got any words for him, I'm
Slam your face towards my rim, and spin the
So you can tell friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the is better for
A metaphor, or go getting cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the drawers
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 don't want my
Crush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not
see what the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is two footer
Little kids naw lady, every too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the name in the cover
Got paper, longer your arm
Just how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses
His fist towards face, to your jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just it

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

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