Luyện nghe bài hát End Results

1 (D.C.P)

Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a from
dred there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke
bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy
you roll through the MI 44 boy gangstas bust them in the sky streets
infested with sinners and bad body winners your game right dog
you might can take 1 out to and combined souls now jezabel got you
lace all eyes on when you walk up in the place with no fear of God
what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue hit the
club in somthing better just to off your ice 38 on your waist in the
back of the car you got a snipe praying please forgive me if I have
to asking you in advance just in case I have to rush

End results its coming for ya
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you up
We never learn that's why many forever
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed hitting your turn

2 (D.C.P.)
Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other built
like a stallion down for whatever on her boy be careful about
these dade county girls they ain't no you get got with a small 22
she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades like
propellers at the stop light some pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you
cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done
pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex everything
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right with
the two chicks mouth open like he been yawning thinking i can't
beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong
are the results of the lifestyle of boys who ain't living long
now you pack more heat took back the feet bullet proof the black
fleet ride no less than deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping
and sowing for killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough

3 (L.G. Wise)
Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood your
soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now me how could it
be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese it's messed up when
you think your only hope is the dope we end up or in jail so we
can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream
cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats
say da name of my Lord spitting violence over got babies caught
in the war and lost not understanding what they doing it for got
these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more with
they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny to say when
it rains it pours hustle to bread just so you can stay fed next
thing a closed cause they blowed off your head