Luyện nghe bài hát End Results

1 (D.C.P)

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

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

2 (D.C.P.)
Got a of two headturners one black and italian other girl built
a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about
these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a 22
she pull out of her you just bent the corner blades spinning like
propellers at the light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you
something cold on your it's miss itala mixed with black she done
out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like 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 thinking i can't
beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living these
are the of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long
now you pack heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black
fleet ride no less than four deep boy real in this hood of reaping
and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to your head over dough

3 (L.G. Wise)
Trapped on the block driving lex and iced up in the hood with your
soljahs and troops but I salute you with now tell me how could it
be little kids crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when
you think only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we
can't 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 gone
say da of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught
in the war and they lost not understanding they doing it for got
these throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with
they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny to say when
it rains it pours hustle to break just so you can stay fed next
thing a closed casket they blowed off your head