Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, coupes
Two doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole other shit I can't think of right now
I'm high as fuck, PaperRoute

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock (For real though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

Ain't no more so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop (For real though)
I brought the to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get cursed for shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em that the his
I put it all on the line, 'cause I'm a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone dead for three days (Damn)
I just a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue hit the blue fling

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get this money, they ain't gotta (Uh-uh)
Forgis I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock I'm dirty (Wock', wock')
I'ma paper when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I could ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucka I know is me but I ain't
Replace my ex bitch, I was on purpose (Haha)
You good but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope (Yeah)
They me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock (For real though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)