Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two tops, three coupes
Two doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I can't think of 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)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

Ain't no more purple so I'm yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop (For real though)
I brought the 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 tell 'em that the his
I put it all on the line, 'cause I'm a gamblin' (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay for three days (Damn)
I poured a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue

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)
Life, out 'lone, on that 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 before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get this money, they ain't worry (Uh-uh)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock when I'm (Wock', wock')
I'ma count paper when the start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my ears (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a bitch, not worth it
The realest I know is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You look but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me 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 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 jump up in this drop,
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (That's a lot bitch)