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

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (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 for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you 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 some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, 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)
off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone dead for three days (Damn)
I just a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue hit the blue fling

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

Pour it 'til dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, when I'm dirty (Wock', wock')
I'ma count 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 realest motherfucka I know is me but I perfect
my ex bitch, I was flexin' on purpose (Haha)
You good but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
as well go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T.,

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