Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

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

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's 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 (For real though)
I the millions 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 and tell 'em that the world his
I put it all on the line, I'm a gamblin' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I poured a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new
Blue Aventador, blue hit the blue fling

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 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 aimin' for top, bitch (For real though)
Take them off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

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

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