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 paid, true
Plus I'm dope like your hoe sniff a
And put the 'Smack on any bitch out here like 'The Rock'
Not the wrestler, but the ki off the block
Straight off the East Side where they cops
My in the air goin' pop, pop, pop
I'm killin' that's 'Shady'
my style? Pay me
And even in stereo you 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 fuckin' off ya skrill wit' hoes can cost me up in

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

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

talking]
Uh, one for the wicket
about some shit

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