Luyện nghe bài hát F&N

808
Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL

bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, up, roll a few O's up, let's go
by four, that tall shit, let's go
I in the spot on a tall bitch, let's go
I 'em to get out and bag that, let's go
I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, go
I'm high from
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes,
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta out the scene, yeah
I took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a face
And the presidential is a
Hit 'em with chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you like kickstand
AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well
I don't trust him, we dust him, that's some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's lift up an avalanche
I'll you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klan
I come the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on head,
they comin' to get you, they slicin' throat
Put a bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., money over
I got H in front of the lil' boat
Got dog and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred at the store
In expensive threads, to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause some hoes
You know FN bullets go through doors
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I was too high for the
You beat a body, get a
We don't no police
I'm certified with my
would catch hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger for the dodie
I met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder's on the ships, uh
Got that cutter and longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a
I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the
Ready to take it off your shoulder, and anger
Yeah, they get it, approach us, fuck bein' famous
as I got my...
go

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These bullets, they be goin' through
low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your
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