Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

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

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (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 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 them off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

Ain't no more so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (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, I'm a gamblin' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I have this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a 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, a bag, on that Snoop shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac
the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (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)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock I'm dirty (Wock', wock')
I'ma count when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a bitch, not worth it
The realest I know is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

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 clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)