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
'Cause I'm as fuck, PaperRoute

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
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 this drop,
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (Uh)

Ain't no more purple so I'm drinkin' - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For 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 chest and '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 nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three (Damn)
I just poured a of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new
Blue Aventador, blue 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 that Pac
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 before you jump up in this drop,
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a (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 when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I could never ever a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucka I know is me but I perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy broke (Yeah, yeah)
In the they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T.,

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)
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)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)