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

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, a bag, on that 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 clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for 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)

Ain't no more so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got (For real though)
Cashed out on 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 'em that the world his
I put it all on the line, 'cause I'm a nigga (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 a eight 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 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 clock shit (For real though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
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, ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I'm (Woah)
Wock, wock 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, not worth it
The realest motherfucka I is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was 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 that shit (Let's go)
I a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
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 that clock shit (For though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop,
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)