Luyện nghe bài hát Detroit 101

Yo, 313
101

Detroit, 101

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

(Chorus)
Detroit,
Detroit,
Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka!

In Detroit, never leave ya without a gun
I don't a fuck if you're gettin' ya hair done
Pickin' up ya or droppin' off ya son
''cause criminals got bullets and dyin' to some
When ya ridin', watch what street you turn down
You might look and everything is burnt down
On fire, street broken
The don't kill on guys the fiend's smokin'
While the play 247 parley
Still fucked up like Bob Marley
(Like Bob Marley)

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Uh, blaze one for the
Learn about some

I'm just a D-E-T
While you at 'sleep I'm out on them streets
City slicker bitch, I'm the with shit
That'll rip through ya body, so