Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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

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

Either that, I get jaw wired up, pathological 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 kind of intention on payin'

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

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

About to the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up claim
Got a to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's labor chasin' paper
twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers esouped with VCR's
ovens and credit cards

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

Psycho, all about survival
Quarter ounce is on
Run up in his home white or bone
the chrome pistal, pistol whip a nigga
with a zap force, this hammer, arm and hammer
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 to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, on they ass
I got to actin' like a demon the motherfuckers 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, motherfucker come out
Talkin' crazy to me at me crazy 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, vogues
Slammin' Cadillac together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if it's back,
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the

For the state troop, shoot
Durin' the drug flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a get some day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, like a old hag
She gonna get stanky if you're get teared up
But us don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I off the hinges
Lean ballin', and weed
A thousand worth of chump change, chicken feed

A criminal record a of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black eyes and bloody
Cauliflower and extra clips
Gun clappin' slappin' party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker

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

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

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

Bought 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I
Got jumped outside a house 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,