Luyện nghe bài hát Follow Me Gangster

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

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

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

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

Southside tatted on my
My last gun got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two and a nine
Nigga you can knock and the cops but you're dyin'

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

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thicker than water
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You're thicker than

Ouch, wizzy 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 caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo'
Y'all wanna die?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

8 class karats in the border
I poke in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a on your daughter, she ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the that you bought her

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

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

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