Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow
Pow Pow hot on a nigga head
Chest out never grew up in the hood
Never knew from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for nothin' for no
little knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' give a about life I seen my momma
Stab my in the stomach with a knife

When I was years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a out
For trying to go between my paper route
Wet his ass up, nigga see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipe away
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then
You damn sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, liar
Dope game got me like this, high
Smokin' more bomb than and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced ass motherfucker
even havin' any N kind of intention on even payin'

Damn flashin', that's what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm blastin' up in motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm sayin' the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all of marbles on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm

Understand my shit, the situation is way real
I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm
I'm out there bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm duh duh duh duh it out
At this, got it up, choppers in the back of the truck

About to the nigga crib up
bang shoot 'em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' hard labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to Russian car
Clickers come esouped with
Microwave ovens and cards

Pullin' all kind of heavy metal
Beatin' nijjas down bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas crap
Try to have more paper a factory
gettin' to showin' out when the yard flexes
Liable, blow a whole on a
Vital, lookin' out for the rival dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all about
ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white or bone
With the chrome pistal, pistol a nigga
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, man
win, especially when a nigga packin'
Fetti stackin', mashin',

I'm flashin', the pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window and me I was speedin'
And I got to, on they ass
I got to like a demon the motherfuckers told me
The day I go to turn off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass
Motherfucker up in the club, and a step on my shoe
And I got to

all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, Jeff clothes
Closer a bugger to a nose, choosin' vogues
Slammin' Cadillac together, cookin' crack
Gettin' if it's back, overkill
Put the on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, might
Durin' the drug deal at the mouth
Voluntarily raps your folkers out
Tight about since League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty a old hag
She get hella stanky if you're get teared up
But us niggas bring me back
My motherfuckin' bag, I squinges off the hinges
ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken

A record a full of dirty deeds
niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and clips
Gun clappin' music slappin' crashin'
Brash and motherfucker

The holiday just came on the first and third of the month
Made my late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that about my beat too loud
I up the motherfuckin' steps and I got ta
that bitch I'm flashin'
Send a rookie to the to bring me back some Rossi Ron

He brought me Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in motherfucker flashin'
Get to my testicles nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe and go to flashin'
fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from

dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I
Got jumped outside a house party fools me for dead
When I got I seen them motherfuckers
And ass was in the red, I got to flashin'
I tell ya, these niggaz I tell ya
I tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit