Luyện nghe bài hát Closin Down Shop

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

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

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

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

They got twenty dollar they got ten
But now you going, let your boy move all the
Now see my clients, they know what the fuck be buyin'
They be comin', shop be closed and still 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 vests I got on mines
Bullets be 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' down shop 'cause my clientels too big
I got these laws on my and they sweatin' my shit
Dope fiends knockin' at my door, they got my too hot
These suckas runnin' on my on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids, mack elevens
Three cars, about boo boo's

I'm just a superstar on parole
Convicted felon known for and 211's
A young down to do whatever
First and checks fix blowin' up my beeper
pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready
I'm on top never drop, pushin' that rock
But I close shop 'cause my spots too hot

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

Bitches tryin' to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the
You ain't hear we came in strapped nigga, nigga
for me you don't wanna see me last, keep 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 jump off in your
I rumble in the with the fiercist peice alive
Climb the biggest with the highest peaks it high

Spoon the biggest ocean with the pocket fish
If I ever hear you speak filthy words again
I told you I was comin'
(What?)
I roll with tight mutherfuckers, runnin'
(Laugh, gun cock)
move a fuckin' muscle got no time for no wrestlin'
Got no time for no
it down