Luyện nghe bài hát F&N

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

bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, my flesh, yeah
Soon as I up, put my doors up
head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, go
I jumped in the spot on a bitch, let's go
I 'em to get out and bag that, let's go
I'm Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes,
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines,
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 presidential is a
Hit 'em with chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean kickstand
AP, that's a wristband
All these shaky, might as well dance
I don't him, we gon' dust him, that's some Taliban
Big truck, it's lift up like an avalanche
teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a hit on your head,
they comin' to get you, they slicin' throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, her nose
M.O.H., over 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 expensive threads, head to the
I know they talkin' shit 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 with my dodie
They would hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the
I met friends in Dolce
We done met and it up on some cool shit, uh
time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got cutter and it's 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 shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, get it, don't 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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