Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Five, four, three, two, one

Welcome to tha where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be
Dope ounce get hit, 'rilla insists
wig get split, for ten G's of chips
It's where the Feds'll dip through, get you
Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll you
get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' T.C. killin' ain't nothin'

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

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one

Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

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

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

Mind business is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a nigga was a years old
Bein' a ballin shot is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody in the
To it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
feel like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in
With tha AK-47, it'll change you

Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

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

up, load up pistols, mask
Ride through, slow down, jump out,
Put bout fifty in ass
Second linin' family
Go score, rock it, chop it, it
Got a for fifty, twurk it
Mission, riches, hittin'
inches, plenty bitches
All day, hustle beaucoup,

huddle, AK muffled
Blood in puddles, scatter
Flying pieces of human
Police don't know probly won't
Unless its they shit, they don't
Keep it quiet, tell
Start no shit and in silence
Maintain focus, stay off
for roaches, carry toasters

Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

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

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