Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to druggin'
On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin'
Niggas chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug gone bad, one of them cats was sour
gettin' 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, holla

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

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

Mind business is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a was a million years old
a ballin shot caller is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody in the
To make it there, you talk crazy, we it there
feel like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these wan' 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
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
you from, motherfucker, where 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 for fifty, twurk it
Mission, riches, switches
Twenty inches, plenty
All day, hustle beaucoup,

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

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
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 Magnolia
that there, yeah, yeah, yeah
it down, mm, hmm
it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm
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