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 dope like your hoe sniff a
And put the 'Smack on any bitch out here like 'The Rock'
Not like the wrestler, but the ki off the
off the East Side where they murder cops
My pistol's in the air pop, pop, pop
I'm killin' anything that's
my style? Pay me
And in stereo you still couldn't play me
Crack baby, 313,
Bitches pop they pussy at for they fee
All type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't shit
''cause off ya skrill wit' these hoes can cost me up in

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

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

[Mastamind
Uh, one for the wicket
Learn about shit

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