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 a smoke
bomb eyes like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when
you roll through the MI 44 boy gangstas bust 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 souls now jezabel got you
lace all eyes on dred you walk up in the place with no fear of God
what so ever mind on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the
club in better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the
back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord forgive me if I have
to bust asking you in just in case I have to rush

End results its coming for ya
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you up
We learn that's why many forever burn
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed 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 boy be careful about
these dade girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
she pull out of her coat you just bent the blades spinning like
propellers at the stop light cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
hey pull look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed black she done
out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like club took everything
to the car to the weed to the rolex they peeled off right along with
the two chicks mouth wide open like he been thinking i can't
beleive this i deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong these
are the results of the lifestyle of boys who ain't living long
now you pack heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black
fleet no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping
and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head dough

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