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 lotta other shit I can't think of right now
I'm high as fuck, PaperRoute

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

Ain't no more purple so I'm drinkin' - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga mob (Ayy, ayy)
I to God my son don't get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and 'em that the world 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 stay dead for three (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock' wock', the picture (Woo)
My get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue hit the blue fling

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

Pour it 'til dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get this money, they gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock when I'm (Wock', wock')
I'ma count paper when the birds start (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I never ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The motherfucka I know is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You look but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope (Yeah, yeah)
Might as go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, 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 shit (For though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop,
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)