Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Welcome to tha section where it's than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, armed 'rilla
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of
It's the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you
Catch you at tha line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of children and they 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
Four or o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them was sour
gettin' chopped up, and they have a
Carbine at your dome for some powder
do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, holla

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Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

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

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

Mind your is a code, too, I never told
Ever a nigga was a million years old
Bein' a shot 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 wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, change you boys

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

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 bout in your ass
Second linin' scared
Go score, rock it, it, serve it
Got a deal for fifty, it
Mission, riches, hittin'
inches, plenty bitches
All day, hustle beaucoup,

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

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

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

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