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 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
Four by four, tall shit, let's go
I jumped in the on a tall bitch, let's go
I told 'em to get out and bag that, go
I'm Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes,
Put 'em on lean, yeah, whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner
I just put VVs in a Richard face
And the is a day-date
Hit 'em that chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well known and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean kickstand
Skeleton AP, a wristband
All these shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we dust him, that's some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's lift up an avalanche
I'll teach you how to for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no me, no, no
Put a hit on your head,
they comin' to get you, they slicin' throat
Put a lil' in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., over hoes
I got that H in of the lil' boat
Got dog and it's for the low
I'm thoroughbred standin' at the store
In expensive threads, to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through
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I was too for the brodie
You a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no
I'm certified with my
They would catch 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the
I met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some shit, uh
Only my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer a pool 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 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
Drop low, get on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your
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