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, niggas wit
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 passenger seat

Come near the whip, I'm my heat
It take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I spell 'em

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

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

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

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You're thicker water
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You're thicker than

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

I used to in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' instead of pork and beans
I'm in the green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas 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 turned colder
why the mac react like a king cobra

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

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

You're than water
Ouch, wizzy wa
You could be a or a Crip
Nigga, follow me

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

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

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

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

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
I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her

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

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

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