Luyện nghe bài hát End Results

1 (D.C.P)

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

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

2 (D.C.P.)
Got a hold of two headturners one and italian other girl built
like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be about
these dade county girls ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
she pull out of her coat you bent the corner blades spinning like
propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted yellin
hey pull over dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
something cold on your back miss itala mixed with black she done
pulled out the gat make a move cat she ready to attack thugs
jumped out the stripped him down like club rolex took everything
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off along with
the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i
beleive this i don't deserve yes you do if you be living wrong these
are the of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long
now you pack more heat took the four feet bullet proof the black
fleet ride no than four 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 driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your
soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now me how could it
be little kids selling crack lying dead on streets it's messed up when
you think only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we
even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna
cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats
say da name of my Lord violence over beats got babies caught
in the war and they not understanding what they doing it for got
these throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with
they family just a cell and cold like my Granny used to say when
it rains it pours hustle to break bread so you can stay fed next
thing a closed casket they blowed off your head