Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a head
Chest out understood grew up in the hood
Never knew from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a for nothin' for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead head heathen
Meanin' give a fuck life I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the with a knife

When I was three years old, figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, and clout
a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out
For trying to go between my motherfuckin' route
Wet his ass up, that see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipe arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else you're

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, liar
Dope game got me like this, certify
more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of
Run up out of that fuck ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N of intention on even payin'

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

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the
And I'm bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
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 fired up, choppers in the back of the

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

all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin' down with bumper jacks
bitches overseas shoot crap
Try to have more than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out the yard flexes
Liable, blow a whole on a
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal on arrival

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

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

On a motherfucker, come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me up in the motherfuckin' sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
let me get to flashin' on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a step on my shoe
And I got to

It's all bad, used to be comrade
to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger to a nose, choosin'
Slammin' Cadillac do's together, cookin'
Gettin' eighteens if it's back,
Put the on the whoop, be on the lookout

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

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

A record a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra
Gun clappin' slappin' party crashin'
Brash and flashin'

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

He brought me back Chablis, and I get to
On bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker
Get to testin' my 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 and I flash
Didn't let me up in the Club Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off with a count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself flashin'

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