Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Welcome to tha section it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, 'rilla insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of
where 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 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 out at six o'clock
or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of cats was sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and have a
Carbine aimed at your for some powder
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 you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Is ya for it? Better be over-prepared
When ya ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud
Well, on the route that he's gonna duck
If somebody thinkin' jammin' him up
If a bitch him, she better be smart, or tough luck
he gon' 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
Bein' a shot caller is tha goal
I'll hospitalize in the roll
To make it there, you talk crazy, we take it
You'll feel like a steak, nigga, you
All niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, it'll change you

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

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

Clique up, load up pistols,
through, slow down, jump out, blast
Put bout in your ass
Second linin' scared
Go score, rock it, chop it, it
Got a deal for fifty, it
Mission, riches, switches
Twenty inches, bitches
All day, beaucoup, scuffle

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

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

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

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