Luyện nghe bài hát CHOPBLOC PT. 3

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

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

Ayy, ayy, we put the Drac' up to yo'
I Lil Tevo 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 just walk 'em in my J's
I'm posted with cuttas
I at mammas and brothas
We ain't 'bout the others
We see them niggas, they
We bagged 'em up in the
We dab 'em up we bust 'em
I brought my flip in fights
'Cause I'm shootin' I'm scufflin'

When the come and meet you and yo' door
Yeah, it's me,
AR-15 and it got a scope, with my ski,
Big on the vine, big Glo' we spinnin' G shit
Take yo' diss song, get you killed, then make a
Do you wanna slide
If he don't he gonna die
Thousand dollar Glock, exotic pipe, you we grip it tight
If the prices right, catch him on sight, up and take his life
Told the opps to white the chalk up, that his laid that night
Campin' out in bushes and ditches, that's if I miss him
By myself, I made the decision, don't no codefendant
Catch a witness, catch a face shot, don't no reminiscin'
Bare face, and I'm face to
Catch a case 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 wife
Time is money we finessed the clock wench
I got shootas at the line, call 'em Mike
He play gang, we spin around, do a 360
That's a Xbox, you wear
Draco shotgun got the seat hot
Miami, I got heat, bitch, I'm Chris
.223, hit his feet, him hopscotch
Used to serve two niggas looked like Drake and Josh
No wonder why the on yo' block hot
You got Let me shoot you in the same spot
I got money, but I'm still on that block
Caught a body and I got the same Glock
Go dig it up, I bet still in the same spot
And I'm still in the spot
And I for my niggas
And I ride for my
And I die for my
We like them other niggas

Ayy, ayy, we put the up to yo' face
I seen Lil knock him out
I bet we put him in his
Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all with K's
Let him play, I air him out, I just 'em down in my J's
I'm posted with cuttas
I shoot at and brothas
We worried 'bout the others
We see them niggas, suffer
We bagged 'em up in the
We dab 'em up then we 'em
I my flip flops in fights
I'm shootin' I'm never scufflin'