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

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on 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 for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

Ain't no purple so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, I got rich (For real though)
out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get cursed for 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 nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' (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 get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm 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 top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (Uh)

Pour it it's dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family I'ma get this money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis I'm swervin' (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 never ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucka I is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap 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 shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real 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)