Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken style nigga ... drunk
Give me yo clothes, give me your
Give me all the you owe right now

Lynch]
Don't to thank so I drank heavy
slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks punks who want funk
Treat em like 15's put em in the
I split his splines makin sure all my shits
Than like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the hit yo block corner everybody better duck
Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it nuttin
Pushin buttons, warn smokin bustas
... See I was just a baby I first got Sicc
Hit the lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, get chopped up like a cold cut
Heat em up, flops get up like that coke stuff
I ain't no jokester, prankster, real
Shit from that nigga that you the Season of the Sicc
Admit that was my tightest besides this
Don't get me wrong every is a hit
who made this?
Funk baid away you suckers ain't right
You tight, coolin up in zip locks every night
And my mama fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha chump
it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you

Drunken style
So give me you clothes, me yo gold
Give me all the money you owe right now

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