Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken style nigga ... style
Give me yo clothes, me your gold
Give me all the money you owe now

Lynch]
Don't like to thank so I heavy
Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and
I'm takin chunks from punks who funk
em like 15's put em in the trunk
I split his makin sure all my shits clean
Than seem like a with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo corner everybody better duck
Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't
Pushin buttons, warn them bustas
... See I was just a baby when I first got
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel walls with syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, tricks get up like a cold cut
em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff
I no jokester, prankster, real gangster
Shit that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc
that was my tightest shit besides this
Don't get me every song is a hit
Guess who made
Funk baid you suckers ain't payin right
You stayin tight, coolin up in zip every night
And my never fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he me I ain't no mutha fuckin chump
it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any you ready

style nigga
So give me you clothes, give me yo
me all the money you owe right now [x4]

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