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 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 cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (Uh)

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

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop
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 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, that's a lot (Uh)

Pour it 'til dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a (Extendo)
Family know get this money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I'm (Woah)
Wock, wock when I'm (Wock', wock')
I'ma count paper when the birds chirpin' (Trap)
Ten solitaires, got my ears hurtin' (Rocks)
I could never ever a bitch, it's not worth 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 broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
call me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on 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 heels off you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (That's a lot bitch)