Luyện nghe bài hát Detroit 101

Yo, 313
101

Detroit, 101

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

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

In Detroit, leave ya house without a gun
I don't give a if you're gettin' ya hair done
up ya daughter or droppin' off ya son
''cause criminals got bullets and dyin' to share
ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down
You might look around and everything is burnt
On fire, lights broken
The hustlas don't kill on guys the smokin'
While the players play 247
Still fucked up like Bob Marley
(Like Bob Marley)

talking]
Uh, one for the wicket
about some shit

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