Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Music

What is the most thing in-in Uncle Howie's life?
Drugs... and music

"My drug music, to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - dance to it
(Verse One)
Y'all valley of the dawgs, to the moms
Fuck carry at the sabotage your god with the chron
my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
Smash a teleprompter blast in the Black Sabbath concert
role hospital nurse blow
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it
Portable hard sawed-off shotguns we got thugs
Get my sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird chicks, with big titties and lips
Exotic in love with Bill da fuck you think
me at the barge whipping of the drugs n drink
Bloods n crips coke thugs n pimps
the influence of things I bring to drug music
To shootin you up, and dope you with decomposed
Its dialibolical, your like a crack head
Without the loot, the music thats responsible
4X]
"My music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam to it
(Verse Two)
Fighting a war inside my mind, im all lost the more i
The more I ride toward the skies, wide rain warm
You get ya brain torn, brain storm the pain gone
We gon unify the streets against the beast so get your on
Hang on for life, o.d, relevant
Herione buzz, my some intelligent thugs
Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the floor
Like dance more me and my whore snap y'all like ham haul
Its like a jungle sometimes we in gangland
Brooklyn, criminals thugs and hoodlums
Cats'll pull they gun out, take over ya drug
blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out
I'm in a three piece on the like peace peace
But got guns for you cats who wanna see a beat
I dont right, my life dont seem right
I dont see nights, and wont until my whole family eats
4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam to it
(Verse Three)
I cop this buick with the pulled out in the back ways
I an ugly pack a villians like killers and crab gangs
Some are religious fastness, some are hype, some others
are dead or in jail fathers or young bastards
I pump the drug music, beats I been through it
S.P's and MPC's, OC's and
Coke rocks to M3's Get to VP's
Work our way up, we dont give a who gets stuck
Getchu ate up, we saw the layin the cut
I coulda went to college, in bed with drug scholars
Prayin for bricks, fancy whips plants n
Exotic chicks...tounge blow with the pussy flicks
Like click click, the trippin off six
Ripping off kids, the shorty cat who whips the clip
Like I'm in vegas with a trunk a
Up in ya projects and ya never I'm sellin soap
Smellin the
Hold the in Brooklyn how we took his wallet plus his laptop
Jumped in the whip, skidded to the neighbor's spot
4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam to it