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' some new ones
Big got hit in passenger seat, Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that seat

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

Put a shot in your
That'll your 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 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 but you're dyin'

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

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

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

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

I got a affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, where you from
When I got O'd up, my turned colder
why the mac react like a king 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 to declare war on a small country

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

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

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

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

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

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

8 class 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 college
Then I guess I'm on the cabin that you bought her

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

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

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