Luyện nghe bài hát Coke Like the 80s

Okay last time, is drugs
is your brain on drugs
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Welcome home George (RIP McBride)
The real George
that Dade Country yayo shit
MOB
I'm finna take these pussy down
Beat

I got like the 80's
I got coke the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, I got like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke the 80's
I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, in my white Mercedes

All white, nigga, Big Ike,
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your site nigga
15th Ave, miracle
Get these fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you know that nigga
Get weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your
Welcome to Skinner, already bought him a brick
Boobie was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Parker the mane (Vonda)
City set, 183rd still a rout
We live in the jungle, tanks in the house

I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, in my white Mercedes
I got coke the 80's
I got like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, I got like the 80's
I got like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke Mercedes

Bo dealin' nigga, oh really
Bunche Park hot, it's a full of killas
Trav, nigga, the bab nigga
Execution upcomin', 'bout that tab nigga
River City, they slide, aka
Rest in to the Goonies, one day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the
the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your dick, now you in the game
Leave you flat on back, where you lay was a stain
A mil' in the hole is every nigga goal
And this like Ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor

I got like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke Mercedes
I got coke like the
I got like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the
I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, in my white Mercedes

My new bitch, she a waitress, strip is a trap
Stick my dick in her pussy she come sit on my lap
Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from
It's uncut the 80's, 17 still my number
Candy paint on my door, Jesus piece on my
her my last nickel pooch, she just wanted a bump
Her man wanted a line, so I 'em a verse
Sold a for 9, and I sold 'em the vert
Can't be them trips, for that flea market whip
Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a
up all of my bitches, head crack 'em and check 'em
Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' her

I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, in my white Mercedes
I got like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the
I got coke like the
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white