Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep
On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin'
gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug gone bad, one of them cats was sour
gettin' chopped up, and they have a
Carbine at your 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
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

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

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

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

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

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?

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

Niggas huddle, AK
Blood in puddles, scatter
Flying of human matter
Police don't know won't know
its they 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
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

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

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