Luyện nghe bài hát Follow Me Gangster

Yeah, Sha, you Drop that
F 50 style baby
I'ma 'em how I do it

I keep hearin' is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat, Pac got hit in passenger seat
Now I'm 'round in that passenger seat

near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to in
The consequences mean nothin', semi auto's is bustin'
sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em

Put a shot in Mellon
That'll your punk ass from tellin'
That I got nine and that fo'-fo', the H2 on double fours
Bullet proof windows and doors, how 'bout yours

tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a
Nigga you can knock and the cops but you're dyin'

You're thicker than
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You're thicker than
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You're thicker water
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You be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, bitch me

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thicker than water
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You're thicker water

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You could be a Blood or a
Nigga, bitch me

I used to chill in the hood, to the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 in the fo' five
Y'all niggas die?

I got a love affair, wit' and guns
So this is for gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my turned colder
That's why the mac like a king cobra

Now I'm out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a country

thicker than water
Ouch, twizzy wa
You're thicker than
Ouch, twizzy wa

You're thicker water
Ouch, twizzy wa
You be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, bitch me

Ouch, twizzy wa
thicker than water
Ouch, twizzy wa
You're thicker water

Ouch, twizzy wa
You be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, follow me

Still walk around wit' the hammer boss rope and a
Hard make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a banana Porsche

I gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, I make groupies set off a fire truck
My in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters the Sacramento Kings

It's 8 karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter, she ain't in the dorm
Then I I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her

I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he in the water
You got Banks on jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it

You're than water
Ouch, twizzy wa
You're than water
Ouch, twizzy wa

thicker than water
Ouch, wizzy wa
You be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, follow me