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 never understood grew up in the
knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for nothin' for no
little knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' a fuck 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 coke, clientele and clout
Without a doubt, take a nigga out
For to go between my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipe arsonist
extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then motherfucker
You damn sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked

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

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

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

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

Pullin' all of heavy metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper
Lip's overseas shoot crap
Try to more paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard
Liable, blow a on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all survival
ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or
With the pistal, pistol 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 flashlight to my window and told me I was
And I got to, flashin' on ass
I got to actin' like a the motherfuckers told me
The day I go to turn off my P G and E
and I got to actin' bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out
Talkin' to me lookin' 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 motherfucker step on my
And I got to

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

For the state troop, shoot
Durin' the drug deal flippin' at the
Voluntarily raps motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route a diamond get some day skunk

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

A criminal record a of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and clips
Gun clappin' music slappin' party
Brash and motherfucker

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

He brought me Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A up in this motherfucker flashin'
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 game and I
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to
Dope fiend ran off a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep from flashin'

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