Luyện nghe bài hát Choppaz

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

(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are
And these are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my is knockin'
Felling my
what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a
Who the crew that stang these like bees
We the G's be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the
In a wide body Benz-O going 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it
Im bout to down and flirt
And get up some
Let the ice do the
Put us up in the
After we hit the lenards till 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 same we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and 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
on a what straight 4
And we

(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We nation wide
up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it for that boy Po-yo
On the low low Im a pro
In this game I ain't
Rolling down on
on the Killer Mary Jane
Coming freestyle, playa buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a child
Im a leave , stack my green
you see the moe im on the codine
Im out the tre, a playa don't play
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 before that the shit stop
to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya
Put the screw in your Throw up yo set,
And go on break your cause the 20 inchs wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole
Pop 1,2 a piece hoes 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 these blocks till my heart stop
the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my pop
So when we shop, my car never stop
Candy off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar
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 thangs never change 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
Gotta feel that
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-pas
Drank so I don't cough
Chop
It's a young G
I gotta Barre 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
the damn deal Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my skills
Whats up Noke-D, Whats up dog
Out the south side Moe rolling hog
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I been a hoe
Crawling and you know a G
Letting boys what know
sipping drank
Sippin my out pint
I'll beat that on a 4 man
in case im a roll with Pokey
on P P-t
All my partna big snoop
on Drank Gal-lon
Boys drank more than Moe
Baby
Boys talking bout the barre baby
I've been saying this since long ago
Out my womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe,

(Talking)
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