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, the Statue of Liberty
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 as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how happy yella's be
When they see the car, dropped
With the paint job, that look a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like
Thick hips, with the top
You could find me propped, in a grimy
Soon as the 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 like a camera, on her
By the end of the night, I'ma be on her
Cause I she wanna
Niggas they running this 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, running the
Get it in your brain nigga, Color
Mmmmmm, we running the

Let me give you a couple reasons, we the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, that name
I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite mayn
Tired of these industry cats, and to be raps
First they to be this, then pretend to be that
No you falsifying, when can we see facts
Your would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, be a little closer to the truth
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 braided hair, I'm opening the Coupe
Rasaq on the dream now, him a winner
Anybody got any words for him, I'm
Slam your face towards my rim, and the spinner
So you can your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the is better for
A metaphor, or go getting cheddar for
A with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better
Boy, any that got tension
Send you to de-tenetion, and to not mention
Did I mention, you don't my attention
Crush you like Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
see what the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two
Little naw lady, every thought's too gutter
get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover
Got paper, than your arm
look 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 South Dirty, swangas vogues
My niggas, my Southside whoa
I slide on the scene, with a full of golds
I slide on the block, I'm fresh off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but me Kelly Rowland
Bright red top, and them is rolling
And my is holding, the metal he toting
So fellas, please don't him
Dolla bills folding, wanna hold some
Homegirl stop fronting, and show something
For all my niggas,
Two step around the club, like you throwed dro
Oh, haters don't trouble me though
Cause this year, I'm bout to double the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, loving the flow
Open the do' they in and go, oh they loving us so
Maybe that tattoo's, maybe
Cause we braided up black dudes, maybe we rap too
And jewels, where shades when the light coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu ah-choo
Why you think, call me Rasaq
I got on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch
Coming down the block, niggas think the cops
Cause the turn red, and blue on the top
When point the lead at you, it goes pop
Acres Home's dead at you, we don't
It's a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the
And girls, already on the jock
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas drop
Looking shocked, my raps my hooks is hot
I'm thoed weather I spit, or not
I the block, around the world and back
I took homegirl, around the curb and
Yeah nigga, the is back
And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm bout Hershey yaps
But I still, them thick girls
Hair in a bun, rocked up in a swirl
down with me, we bout to get rich girl
If you picture fit girl, damn I really girl
I leave her on the curb, with her lip
Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she
Seat bout to her up, pick her up
The seats really her butt, she think I love her butt
I'm too gutter, for
I'm in a Coupe butter up, man

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