Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three
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 Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop
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 clock shit (For real 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 (Uh)

no more 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 shit (For though)
I brought the millions to the circle, mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I to God my son don't get cursed for some shit 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)
off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling

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

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get this money, they gotta worry (Uh-uh)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, when I'm dirty (Wock', wock')
I'ma count paper the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten solitaires, got my ears 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 flexin' on (Haha)
You look good but your baby broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a bitch (Yeah)
call me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

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 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 - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)