Luyện nghe bài hát Detroit 101

Yo, 313
101

Detroit, 101

It's all about bitches, hoes, fat rolls
The DTS Caddy with the set of Vogues
on blades, forever stayed paid, true
Plus I'm dope like hoe sniff a Quaalude
And put the 'Smack Down' on any bitch out like 'The Rock'
Not the wrestler, but the ki off the block
Straight off the East Side where they cops
My pistol's in the air pop, pop, pop
I'm killin' anything that's
my style? Pay me
And even in stereo you still play me
Crack baby, 313,
Bitches pop they pussy at night for fee
All type-a and freakin', ain't shit free
fuckin' off ya skrill wit' these hoes can cost me up in

(Chorus)
Detroit,
Detroit,
(Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka! [2x]

In Detroit, never leave ya house a gun
I give a fuck if you're gettin' ya hair done
Pickin' up ya or droppin' off ya son
''cause criminals got bullets and to share some
When ya ridin', gotta watch street you turn down
You look around and everything is burnt down
On fire, lights broken
The hustlas don't on guys the fiend's smokin'
While the players 247 parley
Still gets fucked up like Bob
(Like Bob Marley)

[Mastamind
Uh, one for the wicket
Learn about shit

I'm just a P-I-M-P
While you at home 'sleep I'm out on streets
slicker bitch, I'm the nigga with shit
That'll rip ya body, so quit