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 feeling me
Cause my hand light up in the sky, the Statue of Liberty
A celebrity, but I keep the chopper
That go blacka, I that through your memory
Half of my enemies, see
Me and my bro shot down, a family of Kennedy's
Ask who as real as me, the C.C.C.
You should see, how them yella's be
they see the car, nicely dropped
With the paint job, that look a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like
Thick hips, the tiny top
You find me propped, in a grimy spot
Soon as the nine is popped, your is blocked
Your body start tripping, trying to the clot
Mommy tripping, trying to find the watch
She wanna 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 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 she wanna
Niggas they running this man

Don't get me started, y'all who the hardest
your thang, but regardless baby
Color Click, is the name
That's 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
Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How I spit a flame with a name, like that name
I and it's flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of these industry cats, and pretend to be
First they to be this, then pretend to be that
No you lying falsifying, can we see facts
Your raps would be phat, as as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a little to the truth
I'ma puke if your group, get any to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a
the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the Coupe
Rasaq on the 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 your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is for
A metaphor, or go getting cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the drawers
If on me is a hobby, go get a better chore
Boy, any that got tension
you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention
Did I mention, you want my attention
Crush you like Bone Crusher, not I'm not flinching
Let's see the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two
Little kids naw lady, every too gutter
get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover
Got paper, than your arm
Just look how the boy flosses, hating boy tosses
His fist towards your face, to jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, can just haunt it

This is for the down South Dirty, vogues
My Northside niggas, my whoa
I on the scene, with a mouth full of golds
I slide on the block, I'm fresh off parole
Not Child, but call me Kelly Rowland
Bright red top, and them Perelli's is
And my fellas is holding, the metal he
So fellas, please provoke him
Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold
Homegirl better stop fronting, and show
For all my niggas,
Two around the club, like you throwed from dro
Oh, them haters don't trouble me
Cause this year, I'm bout to double the do'
All the girls him thoed, they loving the flow
Open the do' they come in and go, oh they us so
Maybe cause that tattoo's,
Cause we braided up black dudes, cause 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, they 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
niggas 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
the c.d. drop, it's already on the block
And them girls, already on the
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths
Looking shocked, my raps my hooks is hot
I'm thoed weather I spit, or not
I took the block, around the and back
I homegirl, around the curb and back
Yeah nigga, the is back
And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm bout Hershey yaps
But I still, love them thick
Hair in a bun, up in a thick swirl
Stay with 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 shut her up, now she
bout 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 counting butter up, man

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