Luyện nghe bài hát Cheese And Dope

[Project
I been slanging on this green that I done get cut
by these making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down to none, got weed is in my lungs
stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in game, then yo ass will get hurt
When my turn? or my time? a what, for a dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to
Take the rules of shit, that's why I keep a revolver
I've been you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy
I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross
in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got
For da stone, I got peas, I got coke
ain't no credit give mang you could get round here
Niggas robbing, niggas niggas slangin' down here

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and killaz at da doo'
weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu brah, is to fuck wit yo boy

Pat]
You heard what's the word? but you dawgs is da low
selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a
go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat
On some cane, mr.sugar, and some strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you stepped in some shit
You broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street minds
Walk right up on yo ass, you, right between the eyes,
you be stinkin' wit the
walking on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
fucking all in yo home, while she on ma lips,
She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north hollywood
Represent it, to da max, out out of state facts
Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you
Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you that I fade

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You could duck from the tech, on da
Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I be paid
If you to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher
Sippin' on some pauly vision, like sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, you violate
Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't
Caught him, at the one day, sent him, to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but got the fear
Knowing it all to the good, you could get it here
place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go
Wope fiends, me on the map, and my pockets full
red ass hell, 'cause I ain't had a blink of sleep
Snorted a ball, so that U, could stay on my feet
Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a too
If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a fool..

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