Luyện nghe bài hát Choppaz

(D-Gotti talking)
We up, we showed up
and we rolling on choppas
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 are choppin'
And these are boppin'
Got a cup of mud and my trunk is knockin'
my FUBU
Hollering it do
Hitting circles the lot like im in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over
Hold the trees big moe while I split the
In a wide Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it
Im bout to 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 eating breakfast at the
Doing the thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking bad hoe's

(Chorus)

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

I feel that Mo-yo
through these city streets
Sippin on a what 4
And we

(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation
Popped up mo-yo foregin
Put it down for boy Po-yo
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 child
Im a leave lean , stack my
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, on those choppa's

(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
hi hey how ya doing
Put the in your deck Throw up yo set,
And go on your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
And I bet that if we sip whole eights
Pop 1,2 a piece these gone hate, MAN!!!!

(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so playa
Im a let the top let the sun hit the braids
Im a bleed blocks till my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, the shit be hot
D-Wreck glocks, cause we tote big knots
on the rocks till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never
gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar
Noke-Deazy me how do ya feel
get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle the same
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 that M-O-E
Chop
Mo-yo and the
D-Gotti rolling Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we no hoe
Rolling on Chop
boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop
Drank syrup so I don't
Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a G
I gotta Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town
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 deal Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked
up Noke-D, Whats up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down
Its Mo-yo riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never a hoe
Crawling and you know a G
them boys what know
Stay drank
Sippin my sealed out
I'll beat that on a 4 man
just in case im a roll Pokey
on P P-t
All cause my partna big
Sippin on Gal-lon
Boys drank more than Moe
Drank
Boys talking bout they the barre
I've been saying this shit long ago
Out my momma I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe,

(Talking)
Know I'm saying
sipping