Luyện nghe bài hát Detroit 101

Yo, 313
101

Detroit, 101

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

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

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

talking]
Uh, blaze one for the
Learn about some

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 through ya body, so