Luyện nghe bài hát F&N

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

Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech,
How do I dress? Yeah, my flesh, yeah
Soon as I up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, tall shit, let's go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, go
I told 'em to get out and bag that, 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 whippin' new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene,
I took an AK to a dinner date
I put some VVs in a Richard face
And the is a day-date
Hit 'em with chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well known and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', you lean like kickstand
AP, that's a wristband
All niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' 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 with the pharmacy, come the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on head,
they comin' to get you, slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., money hoes
I got that H in of the lil' boat
Got dog food and for the low
I'm with standin' at the store
In threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' 'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through
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I was too for the brodie
You beat a body, get a
We don't no police
I'm certified with my
They would catch hell 'bout
Got a scale for the dodie
I met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some shit, uh
time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer than a stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a
I ain't even gotta tell my to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and
Yeah, they get it, approach us, fuck bein' famous
as I got my...
go

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