Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

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

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (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, (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)

no more purple so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For though)
out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son 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, I'm a gamblin' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new
Blue Aventador, 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 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 for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop,
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (Uh)

Pour it 'til it's (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 paper when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my ears (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 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 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 that Pac
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, (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 (That's a lot bitch)