Luyện nghe bài hát Choppas

(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we 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 this baby

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
blades are choppin'
And these babes are
Got a cup of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my
Hollering it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a
Who the that stang these streets like bees
We the G's be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going 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
After we hit the lenards till they who sent us
You can
but ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating at the Frank's
Doing the thing we did the day before
Choppin the and knocking down bad hoe's

(Chorus)

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

I Gotta that Mo-yo
Crawling through these city
Sippin on a straight 4
And we

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, When i hit the
I told you once that the shit won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave pop make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya
Put the in your deck Throw up yo set,
And go on break your neck cause the 20 wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole
Pop 1,2 a piece these 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
the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big
Methazyne on the rocks my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never
Candy gleam off the make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya
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 running thang
Some thangs change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and gone bang

(Chorus 2x)

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

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

(Talking)
Know what I'm
Stay