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
ounce get hit, armed 'rilla insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of
where the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, flip you
Kids get school, they swingin' they fists, too
one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. ain't nothin'

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

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Da
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

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

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

Mind your business is a code, too, I never
Ever since a nigga was a years old
Bein' a ballin shot caller is tha
I'll hospitalize in the roll
To make it there, you crazy, we take it there
You'll like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas be tip-rats or tha man in charge
tha AK-47, it'll change you boys

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
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?

Clique up, up pistols, mask
Ride through, slow down, jump out,
Put fifty in your ass
Second linin' scared
Go score, it, chop it, serve it
Got a deal for fifty, it
Mission, riches, hittin'
Twenty inches, plenty
All day, hustle beaucoup,

Niggas huddle, AK
in puddles, people scatter
Flying pieces of matter
Police know probly won't know
Unless its shit, they don't know
Keep it quiet, tell
Start no shit and stay in
focus, stay off porches
Watch for roaches, carry

Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

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

Where you goin', motherfucker, you goin'?
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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