Luyện nghe bài hát Follow Me Gangster

Yeah, Sha, you Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style
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 that passenger seat, Pac got hit in passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in passenger seat

near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to in
The consequences nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', 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 that and that 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 hood strapped
Now all I got is two and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but dyin'

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

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You're thicker than
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You're thicker water

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

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

I got a love affair, wit' violence and
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
Gimme one year, in industry
buy enough guns to declare war on a small country

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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