Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Welcome to tha section where hotter than a bitch
Niggas up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be rich
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
Kids get outta school, swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they they clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. killin' ain't

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 in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of cats was sour
Motherfuckers chopped up, and they have a
Carbine aimed at your dome for some
I'ma do your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma

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Da
of tha soldiers
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
When ya ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And they be ragged up, dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his cuffs
Well, aware on the route he's gonna duck
If somebody thinkin' jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she be smart, or tough luck
'Cuz he break and bust, she gon' be fucked up

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

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

Clique up, up pistols, mask
Ride through, down, jump out, blast
Put bout fifty in ass
Second linin' scared
Go score, rock it, it, serve it
Got a for fifty, twurk it
Mission, riches, switches
Twenty inches, plenty
All day, beaucoup, scuffle

Niggas huddle, AK
in puddles, people scatter
Flying pieces of human
Police don't know probly know
Unless its they shit, they don't
it quiet, tell nobody
Start no and stay in silence
Maintain focus, stay off
for roaches, carry toasters

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

Da
of tha soldiers
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?

Where you goin', motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
I where 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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