Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two tops, three coupes
Two four doors, 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 Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop 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 that clock shit (For 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 - 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 three Lamborghinis, just to pop (For real though)
I the millions to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get for some shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the and tell 'em that 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 can't have this bitch, she let her stay dead for three days (Damn)
I poured a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, diamonds hit the blue fling

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (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 Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that shit (For real though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

Pour it 'til it's (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know get this money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock when I'm (Wock', wock')
I'ma paper when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I could ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucka I know is me but I ain't
my ex bitch, I was flexin' on purpose (Haha)
You look but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T.,

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 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 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 (That's a lot bitch)