Luyện nghe bài hát Closin Down Shop

Say Magic Slim bro
We go ahead and close that
Little quarter we got on Broad
them niggas watchin' us, bro
We gotta lay low nigga,

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

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

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

got twenty dollar bags they got ten
But now you going, let boy move all the ends
Now see my clients, know what the fuck they be buyin'
They be comin', shop be closed and they still be
Makin' my shop high and they might kick it in my spot
But I got my shit got 'cause I ain't about doin' no time
You got on them bullet vests I got on mines
be flyin', flyin'

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

I'm closin' shop 'cause my clientels gettin' too big
I got these laws on my balls and sweatin' my shit
fiends knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin' on my colors on my shop
Two baby mommas, four kids, three mack
Three cars, about boo boo's

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

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

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

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

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