Luyện nghe bài hát Follow Me Gangster

Yeah, Sha, you ready? that
Ferrari F 50 style
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, wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat, Pac got hit in that seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in passenger seat

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

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

tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood
Now all I got is two 380's and a
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're

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

Ouch, wizzy wa
thicker than water
Ouch, wizzy wa
thicker than water

Ouch, twizzy wa
You could be a Blood or a
Nigga, bitch 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 green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo'
Y'all wanna die?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still walk wit' the hammer boss rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a nigga hate Santa Claus
mountains is high, holdin' 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 team in the cutt, middle things
I got more shooters than the Sacramento Kings

It's 8 class 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
Then I I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her

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

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

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