Luyện nghe bài hát Detroit 101

Yo, 313
101

Detroit, 101

It's all about bitches, hoes, fat bank
The DTS with the fresh set of Vogues
Spinnin' on blades, forever stayed paid,
Plus I'm dope like hoe sniff a Quaalude
And put the 'Smack on any bitch out here like 'The Rock'
Not like the wrestler, but the ki off the
Straight off the East Side where murder cops
My in the air goin' pop, pop, pop
I'm killin' anything that's
Bitin' my Pay me
And in stereo you still couldn't play me
Crack baby, 313,
Bitches pop they pussy at night for 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, Detroit) muthafucka!

In Detroit, leave ya house without a gun
I don't a fuck if you're gettin' ya hair done
Pickin' up ya daughter or off ya son
''cause criminals got bullets and dyin' to some
When ya ridin', gotta watch what you turn down
You might look around and everything is down
On fire, street lights
The don't kill on guys the fiend's smokin'
While the players 247 parley
Still gets fucked up Bob Marley
(Like Bob Marley)

talking]
Uh, one for the wicket
Learn some shit

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