Luyện nghe bài hát CHOPBLOC PT. 3

BLOCBOY JB - PT. 3 (FEAT. NLE CHOPPA)

Ayy, Cartoon, you got one
want a bag, bitch
Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo'
I seen Lil knock him out
I bet we put him in his
Twenty up in this house and we all posted with K's
Let him play, I air him out, I walk 'em down in my J's
I'm posted with cuttas
I shoot at and brothas
We ain't 'bout the others
We see them niggas, they
We 'em up in the duffel
We dab 'em up we bust 'em
I brought my flip in fights
'Cause I'm shootin' I'm never

When the murda come and you and yo' door
Yeah, it's me,
and it got a scope, with my ski, bitch
Big Grape on the vine, big Glo' we G shit
Take yo' diss song, get you killed, then a remix
Do you slide tonight?
If he don't he die tonight
Thousand Glock, exotic pipe, you know we grip it tight
If the prices right, catch him on sight, up and take his life
Told the opps to the chalk up, that his body laid that night
Campin' out in bushes and ditches, that's if I wanna him
By myself, I made the decision, don't no codefendant
Catch a witness, catch a face shot, need no reminiscin'
Bare face, and I'm face to
a case then I'm not guilty

Yeah, I'm not
I get or die tryin', I'm not 50
I just fucked the plug, bitch, now his missin'
Time is money we finessed the clock wench
I got shootas at the line, 'em Mike Bibby
He with gang, we spin around, do a 360
That's a Xbox, you G-Shock
Draco shotgun got the seat hot
Miami, I got heat, bitch, I'm Bosh
.223, hit his feet, him hopscotch
Used to serve two niggas that looked like and Josh
No why the police on yo' block hot
You got shot? Let me shoot you in the spot
I got money, but I'm still on that block
Caught a body and I still got the same
Go dig it up, I bet it's still in the spot
And I'm in the same spot
And I for my niggas
And I for my niggas
And I die for my
We like them other niggas

Ayy, ayy, we put the up to yo' face
I Lil Tevo knock him out
I bet we put him in his
Twenty Grapes up in this and we all posted with K's
Let him play, I air him out, I just 'em down in my J's
I'm still with cuttas
I at mammas and brothas
We ain't worried the others
We see them niggas, suffer
We bagged 'em up in the
We dab 'em up we bust 'em
I my flip flops in fights
'Cause I'm I'm never scufflin'