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, like my flesh,
Soon as I up, put my doors up
Go'n head, up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, go
I jumped in the on a tall 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 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 gotta out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a date
I just put some VVs in a face
And the is a day-date
Hit 'em with that first, Ray J

I'm a well known and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean like
Skeleton AP, a wristband
All these shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's up like an avalanche
I'll you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many bitches, Ku Klux 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, slicin' your throat
Put a lil' in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., money hoes
I got that H in front of the lil'
Got dog and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the
In expensive threads, to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some
You know them FN bullets go through
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I was too high for the
You a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no
I'm certified my dodie
They would catch hell 'bout
Got a bigger for the dodie
I met friends in Dolce
We done met and it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer a pool stick, uh
face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight
I ain't even gotta tell my to keep one in the chamber
to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, fuck famous
as I got my...
go

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These bullets, they be through doors
Drop low, get on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' and wipe your nose
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