Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Welcome to tha section where it's hotter a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, armed insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of
where the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you
Catch you at tha line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get outta school, they swingin' fists, too
Jump one of them children and bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. killin' nothin'

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to druggin'
On New Year's, tha get shut out at six o'clock
or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd,
Drug deal gone bad, one of them was sour
Motherfuckers chopped up, and they have a
Carbine aimed at your dome for powder
do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, holla

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Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

Now you from, motherfucker, where you from?
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, where you

Is ya for it? Better be over-prepared
ya enter ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his cuffs
Well, aware on the that he's gonna duck
If thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up

Mind your is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a was a million years old
Bein' a ballin caller is tha goal
hospitalize anybody in the roll
To it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll feel like a steak, nigga, you
All these niggas be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, it'll you boys

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you

up, load up pistols, mask
Ride through, down, jump out, blast
Put fifty in your ass
Second linin' family
Go score, rock it, chop it, it
Got a deal for fifty, it
Mission, riches, hittin'
Twenty inches, bitches
All day, beaucoup, scuffle

huddle, AK muffled
Blood in puddles, people
Flying pieces of matter
Police don't know won't know
its they shit, they don't know
Keep it quiet, tell
Start no shit and stay in
Maintain focus, off porches
Watch for roaches, toasters

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

Now you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?

Where you goin', motherfucker, where you
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
I know where I'm goin' to tha fuckin'
Believe there, yeah, yeah, yeah
it down, mm, hmm
it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm
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