Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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

When I was three years old, figured it out
That's why a sold coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a out
For trying to go my motherfuckin' 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' then motherfucker
You betta sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked

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

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

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

to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up fame
Got a little to my name, as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' hard labor chasin' paper
twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers come with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit

Pullin' all kind of heavy straps
Beatin' nijjas down bumper jacks
Lip's bitches shoot crap
Try to have paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the flexes
Liable, blow a on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on

Psycho, it's all about
ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or
With the chrome pistal, pistol whip a
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and
soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a nigga
stackin', mashin', flashin'

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

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

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

For the state troop, shoot
Durin' the deal flippin' at the mouth
raps your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about since 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 stanky if you're get up
But us don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I off the hinges
ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken

A criminal record a full of dirty
Givin' niggaz black and bloody lips
Cauliflower and extra clips
Gun clappin' music party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker

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

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

Bad word get to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my up in the dice game and I flash
let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off with a count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from

Bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to me
For ice and I flashed
Got jumped a house party fools left me for dead
I got home I seen them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to
I tell ya, bitch niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit bitch, shit