Luyện nghe bài hát Duck

Hey, here comes the funk of the
And I can a rhyme from Perquorma to Hoover
The westside kid, to do a bid
Just watch me the glock and make room

Shit man I got a 12 guage with the scope
I a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho,
Fuck what you say and buck and I'm suazy

In my rag coup, front and back and quick
Punks with and that 3 wheel shit
'Cause that's all you need when you to be poppin'
Bust a U-turn on 3 wheels by the and

Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know I'm sayin' 'cuz?
Who got the wallet, 'cause I'm
I got the black mack-11, sendin' fools to
Get the fuck out my way, this is Compton fool

Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some
Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to some rounds
Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to some rounds
Duck,

Yo it, they be like "He's a maniac"
Yeah, bitch ant that's real, get the fuck up out the car and just
Yo punk I said before I crash you in the grill
With the ass of my glock, watch the blood

got love the nigga King Tee
Just ask 'em who's the great weight, just 'em scream me
Quick the punch, rollin' like clunch
Coming with the real shit, runnin' with a bunch of crazy niggas wires

Hammers and players, money and your blood
the Daytons and them tires
I be goin' so low, you get under
Niggas see me, ask Stevie Wonder, blazed in the chronic

Bumpin' delphonics and my shit's screamin' like that Onyx
But hey, I'm the man that'll bust that ass
When I was young me BB gun even has a so

Duck, duck, I'm to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some
Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust rounds
Duck,

God damn, it's King Tee the funky bumrush
Smoke a lot of herb but I never hit the
I can wreck them efx I ain't got my check, baby
This ain't no punk shakin' shit, I'm goin'

I think I'm goin' out of my head say
I said I think I'm going out of my head, so
Since you rule in the cuts, me the gun
And duck, come on

Yo, I got a case but it ain't for the mase
It's for the 4-4 I use to blast you in the
'Cause I be actin' kind of triflin' my nigga Tela
Cock the hammer blow you out socks and your Filas

way did he go? Which way did he go?
Niggas don't know, I got to the down low
Punks, jump up and get blasted to the
So duck, I'm about to bust a 'round

Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some
Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust rounds
Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some
Duck,