Luyện nghe bài hát Closin Down Shop

Say Slim bro nigga
We gotta go and close that
quarter shop we got on Broad
Fuck them watchin' us, bro
We lay low nigga, fuck

I'm closin' shop so clientel stops
at my door, fuck no
I have no more delays not bein' sold
it's too hot plus I'm on parole

I'm closin' down so clientel stops
Knockin' at my door, no
I don't no more delays not bein' sold
'Cause too hot plus I'm on parole

It's twelve in the noon, I'm wakin' up from a flight
been knockin' at my door all goddamn night
And my hoe she busted about she tired of that
Deep and down tell her 'bout how much paper we be
they run from that smack and that shit I got raw
Don't ya be a dog, delay might bust your heart
And the niggas that I get it supplies the city
They got niggas with it but they bags be shitty
'Cause they tryin' to put too cut on the dope
To make a ends but the only person scorin' is they friends

They got twenty dollar bags got ten
But now you going, let boy move all the ends
Now see my clients, they know what the fuck be buyin'
They be comin', shop be closed and they be runnin'
Makin' my shop high and they come kick it in my spot
But I got my shit got 'cause I about doin' no more time
You got on them bullet proof I got on mines
Bullets be flyin',

I'm closin' down shop so clientel
at my door, fuck no
I don't have no more delays not sold
'Cause it's too hot I'm on parole

I'm closin' down shop 'cause my gettin' too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my
Dope fiends knockin' at my door, got my spot too hot
These suckas on my colors on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids, three elevens
Three cars, thirteen boo boo's

I'm a ghetto superstar on parole
Convicted felon known for 187's and
A nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks fix up my beeper
BooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and
I'm on top never drop, pushin' keys rock
But I gotta close 'cause my spots too hot

I'm closin' shop so clientel stops
at my door, fuck no
I don't have no delays not bein' sold
'Cause too hot plus I'm on parole

I'm closin' down shop so clientel
at my door, fuck no
I don't have no more delays not bein'
it's too hot plus I'm on parole
I'm closin' shop

Bitches tryin' to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the
You ain't hear we came in strapped nigga, react
Watch for me you don't wanna see me last, talkin' trash
I'm be the one behind the mask, blastin' at your pussy ass
What? Boy, you my click, you stupid bitch
I'm about to off in your shit
I rumble in the with the fiercist peice alive
Climb the mountain with the highest peaks it high

Spoon the biggest ocean the biggets pocket fish
If I hear you speak these filthy words again
I told you I was comin'
(What?)
I roll with mutherfuckers, stop runnin'
(Laugh, gun cock)
Don't move a fuckin' muscle got no for no wrestlin'
Got no time for no
Shut it