Luyện nghe bài hát Grill

Keep
smokin'

Bring something new to the
And I don't want yams because I had yesterday
But I can grams blaze one almost everyday
And I will shake hands and plans with a featherweight
Wolf clan sold out when we set a date
Klux burn the stage down let it marinate
Correlate circulate percolate a of fate it hurts to hate
For me no surrogate
Bring the fucking food to the
And if you get make it provolone or parmesan
Rolling Jane, killers pain in my other arm
on a dame and her main in my other arm
Such a charm, so it's on, smoke til gone
withdrawn, These bitches blown
They call Tyron, about where upon
She's at and um, sit on a bus like she do salons
Or bag a bitch for me like she fucking at Vons
Uh

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the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E

the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, get money

Never been a buster
I ride with thuggish niggas
Mellowhigh, Squad
I ride with them niggas
Never a bitch up in the bucket, she just suck a nigga
81 box
Dirty seats, dirty
Ridin' dirty the night
like some pearly whites
Lurking for the popo
Fuck punks
out the way I'mma hit the Shake Junt
Hey my nigger G smoke eight junts
the bottle, full throttle
Bad still fuck with me
I still fuck with
But we ain't for free
All my wolves we eat feet we all floss
We boss hogs ain't all
Sawed off y'all talk
Big noise, big
Monstertruck,dumpster
Fuck the slut in and smut
Trash wang, that's up (x5)

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