Luyện nghe bài hát Choppas

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

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are
And these babes are
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is
Felling my
Hollering it do
circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang streets like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from seas
Hold the trees big moe I split the optimo
In a wide Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me it hurt
Im to jump down and flirt
And get up skirts
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 hooked up breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad

(Chorus)

Rolling in my red car
Roling on
Sippin a big daddy cup of

I Gotta feel that
Crawling through these city
on a what straight 4
And we

(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation
Popped up mo-yo ride
Put it down for that boy
On the low low Im a pro
In this game I ain't
Rolling down on
Smoking on the Killer Mary
Coming down freestyle, playa buck
Big M.O.E. is a throwed
Im a leave lean , stack my
you see the moe im on the codine
Im out the damn tre, a playa don't
to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppa's, rolling on those

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, i hit the block
I told you once that the shit won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave pop make it say hey
hi hey how ya doing
Put the screw in your 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 piece these gone hate, MAN!!!!

(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so made
Im a let the top let the sun hit the braids
Im a bleed these till my heart beat stop
the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we big knots
Methazyne on the rocks my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car stop
Candy off the drop make your girl flip flop
tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a dollar deal
tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we this thang
Some never change they remain the same
and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang

(Chorus 2x)

(Big M.O.E.)
Chop
Coming I'm a G
chop-pas
Gotta feel M-O-E
Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the
D-Gotti with Mo-yo
let em know we aint no hoe
Rolling on Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the
Rolling on Chop-pas
Drank so I don't cough
Chop
Mo-yo a young G
I gotta feel Baby
Wrecking these streets
on yea

(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop
I a glock 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, up Skip dog
Out the south Moe rolling Boss hog
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my
Ride Big Moe I been a hoe
Crawling and you know a G
Letting them boys what
Stay drank
Sippin my sealed out
I'll beat seal on a 4 man
just in im a roll with Pokey
on P P-t
All cause my big snoop
Sippin on Gal-lon
Boys drank more than Moe
Baby
Boys bout they the barre baby
been saying this shit since long ago
Out my womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe,

(Talking)
what I'm saying
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