Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

Nigga's in the club gettin' buck
in the club gettin' real buck
Now my in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club real buck

[Gangsta
It's kind of to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo ain't Holyfield
back in the MC resident
Countin' bills,
Make me kick in a liquor
in get a Tangaray
Peel a in the wind,
hittin' the free way
Ain't no slippin' in the
on my ass gee,
Three car deep me
Ballin' down SPV
man still the same
Clear me as you see me
Holler when I holler, time to dip up in past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a
Pass me one, you sir
Got your ankle short
Ya-Da-Yo givin'
in Bone taught me that
Straight the Bounds, lay it down
If they with Gangsta Blac
All my gettin' buck
Bet this on my
Throw the mic, I'm so hype and
Hoe this just
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain't the way it's suppose to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em
to hit the dirt hoe

[Gangsta
to all them people's rumors,
That's been said bout from Ana
Creepin' through the back a fuckin' gage
to ram and jam ya
All fuckin' slugs up in yo ass
If I up and ya
Mouth, of lit fire crackers
Star banner
Reassess on yo body
Hittin' them bitches watch 'em
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he no damn fool
Hoe you must be high fall
For the nigga De-De with yo bad self
Hoe you to fuckin' quick,
Ain't no drunk good
Ain't no I wish I would
I buck down all you
Put them jackets on my
Cock my nine, fine
Incase the run they
Wusup bitch is you mad, cause we from the
To you motor suckers, come in get some of this
ness, wig split stay up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade, down to the sky
To ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell cause time to die

[Gangsta
no fuckin' simple man
Take no bullet for no
Trick you must can't
Hoe how the fuck you
Not with all reppin' shit
Not all that Football shit
All about a bitch
All about makin' it
Rat mean's a group of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut
Sac's of weed is I need
To keep my brain on this
Chu-Chu me choke as
I blow out a cloud of
civilize, got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga, let me in yo Pontiac
it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, this for and plenty niggas
Fuck realer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don't a shit
in lil' man got my back, two nigga's you can't deal with
Bustin' through the like a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my deep
real buck