Luyện nghe bài hát Choppas

(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we up
and we still on choppas
it stoping know what im talking about
it's D-goti, wreckshop to tha
it's going down, mo-yo, feel this here

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These are choppin'
And these are boppin'
Got a cup of mud and my trunk is knockin'
my FUBU
Hollering it do
circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the
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 some
Let the ice do the
Put us up in the
After we hit the lenards they know who sent us
You can
but your ass stay and drank drank
Next we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and down bad hoe's

(Chorus)

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

I Gotta feel that
through these city streets
Sippin on a straight 4
And we

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, i hit the block
I told you once before that the shit 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 piece hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!

(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop so playa made
Im a let the top down let the sun hit the
Im a bleed these blocks till my heart beat
the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big
Methazyne on the rocks till my pop
So clean when we shop, my car stop
Candy gleam off the drop make girl flip flop
tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar
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 business the
We fuck hoes and sip 4's we running this thang
Some thangs never they remain the same
P-A-T and and M-O-E gone bang

(Chorus 2x)

(Big M.O.E.)
Chop
down I'm a G
Chop
Gotta feel M-O-E
Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the
rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we no hoe
Rolling on Chop
boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I cough
Chop-pas
It's a young G
I feel Barre Baby
Wrecking H-Town streets
on yea

(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop
I keep a cocked
For the haters Knock
I do the roc make the ass end hop
What's the damn Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone my naked skills
Whats up Noke-D, Whats up dog
Out the side Moe rolling Boss hog
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my
Ride Big Moe I been a hoe
down and you know a G
Letting them what know
Stay drank
my sealed out pint
I'll beat seal on a 4 man
in case im a roll with Pokey
on P P-t
All my partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank
Boys drank more than Moe
Drank
Boys bout they the barre baby
been saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I a 4
Its Big Moe,

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