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 like 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 where they murder cops
My pistol's in the air pop, pop, pop
I'm killin' that's 'Shady'
Bitin' my Pay me
And even in stereo you still play me
baby, 313, D-E-T
Bitches pop they pussy at for they fee
All type-a and freakin', ain't shit free
''cause fuckin' off ya skrill wit' these hoes can me up in

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

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

[Mastamind
Uh, one for the wicket
Learn some shit

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