Luyện nghe bài hát Choppas

(D-Gotti talking)
We up, we showed up
and we still on choppas
it ain't stoping what im talking about
D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave
it's going down, mo-yo, feel this baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These are choppin'
And babes are boppin'
Got a cup of mud and my trunk is knockin'
my FUBU
Hollering it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a
Who the crew stang these streets like bees
We the G's that and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it
Im bout to jump down and
And get up some
Let the ice do the
Put us up in the
we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can
but your ass can't stay and drank
Next morning we up eating breakfast at the Frank's
the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the and knocking down bad hoe's

(Chorus)

Rolling in my red car
on Chop-pas
Sippin a big daddy cup of

I feel that Mo-yo
Crawling through city streets
on a what straight 4
And we

(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation
up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for boy Po-yo
On the low low Im a pro
In this game I ain't
Rolling on chops
Smoking on the Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa buck
Big M.O.E. is a child
Im a leave lean , my green
Everytime you see the moe im on the
Im out the damn tre, a don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys
Choppa's, rolling on choppa's

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, When i hit the
I told you before that the shit won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave pop make it say hey
hi hey how ya doing
Put the screw in deck Throw up yo set,
And go on break your neck cause the 20 wet
And I bet if we sip three whole eights
Pop 1,2 a these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!

(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
baby so playa made
Im a let the top let the sun hit the braids
Im a bleed blocks till my heart beat stop
Keep the on lock, cause the shit be hot
tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never
Candy gleam off the drop your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya
It's all about the scrill want a dollar deal
tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we this thang
Some never change they remain the same
P-A-T and and M-O-E gone bang

(Chorus 2x)

(Big M.O.E.)
Chop
Coming I'm a G
chop-pas
Gotta feel that
Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the
D-Gotti rolling Mo-yo
let em know we aint no hoe
Rolling on Chop
Breaking off in the south
Rolling on Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I cough
Chop
It's a young G
I gotta feel Barre
these H-Town streets
on yea

(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop
I keep a cocked
For the haters Knock
I do the body roc the ass end hop
What's the damn Moe i'm for real
Hold the showing my naked skills
Whats up Noke-D, Whats up dog
Out the south side Moe Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking freaks
Its Mo-yo riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never a hoe
Crawling and you know a G
Letting boys what know
Stay drank
my sealed out pint
I'll beat that on a 4 man
just in case im a with Pokey
on P P-t
All my partna big snoop
on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't more than Moe
Drank
Boys talking bout they the baby
I've been saying this since long ago
Out my womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe,

(Talking)
Know I'm saying
Stay