Luyện nghe bài hát Follow Me Gangster

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

I hearin' niggas 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 that seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in passenger seat

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

Put a in your Mellon
keep 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 hood
Now all I got is two and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're

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

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You're thicker water
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You're than water

Ouch, twizzy wa
You could be a or a Crip
Nigga, bitch me

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

I got a love affair, wit' violence and
So this is for them gangstas, rep' you from
I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a cobra

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

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

You're thicker than
Ouch, twizzy wa
You could be a or a Crip
Nigga, bitch me

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

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

Still walk wit' the hammer boss rope and a cross
Hard times'll a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 Porsche

I don't hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I groupies set off a fire truck
My in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Kings

8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter, she in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you her

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

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

You're thicker than
Ouch, twizzy wa
You could be a or a Crip
Nigga, follow me