Luyện nghe bài hát Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane [Explicit]

Blank Face, tre 8, everybody, fuck an AK
narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates
PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to off
Punk-ass cops, tHem crackers want us witH our off
THug nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bang
Few years I'm really from it, we were still kids
Crack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty tHe sHell break
Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank
'Cause brain damage my mecHanics, keeping two ways
Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack
Stack commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone
Can't fold figures, I make witH tHe gold grin
Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy tHe rims on
All bad bitcHes, tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap
Real life nigga, I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed
Wait long, long, I Hid tHe beHind tHe cellpHone
Y'all don't Hear me, I want tHe rigHt
UgH, Tony, no face killer
I see tHe rigHt, ugH

YeaH, Blank
Clear out tHe safe
tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids too
My Heart an igloo, tHe in all blue, HuH
Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em
Lot of brown 'round Here, got wHite girl for you
And sHe swimming in fire water, could be digits
Pistol your Civic
Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a
slow, oH, Hey
Hit tHe curb sHattered mirrors
around now you're Hellbound, boogie down
BullsHit I won't allow, slang a bird every
a nigga witH tHe Heat
Contradicting, now you
you triple six laying in defeat
Can you dig it?
Struck a matcH, won't finisH
Drop a nigga off, get a nigga
fingertips, aye

Blank Face, tre 8, everybody, fuck an AK
narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates
PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to off
Punk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our off
THug life since '96 I want tHe gang bang
Few years later I'm really from it, we still kids
Crack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell
Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Face

Exactly what I'mma have when the come
Body languages, the same as when the rung
Hole in a and a shotgun
Real nigga, we all you are not one, nah
Running the rebels, it's a three-man weave
the Lord and the devil
Really all I need is a pitchfork and a
If I can't proceed then I to the metal (Blank face)
Getting high watching NBA League (Who with?)
your family at the re-pass (My condolences)
My heart's getting
When I hug your mom and look her shoulder
You I got the, (Blank face)
I heard nothing, I ain't seen
I in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'
F y'all for hating me
As I sit there while they me
I'm at 'em with the (Blank face)

Top rack nigga and the came with it huh
New with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it
Uh, rims down the road huh
in the morning, feds knockin' at my door huh
Toilet full of dope, while my knee high
Tell me put the gun down, I'm gon' die
I know, I know, big guns sell
Eddie Kane's little bro, k, one whip, hah

Open Eddie for hire
tryna get rich for hours
Nights like I wish
drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo

Yo, uh, yo, uh
Need the car with no
Kristoff on my
My cigar of cabbage
Came from the dirt to the
Getting dollars
Fuck different mommas
between the speakers
So you mister teacher
the paper, I ace it
Lead, they to erase it
But I'm still
They mad at
Nothing given, I'mma take it
On the like a hammock
Flip the behind the campus
Young Ruby, turn your into a movie (Into a movie)
Gang bang it, slang it
GTA-ing, the whole club up
tryna sneak the K in
On the road to
Thank you Mister
You helped them rake in
And to my uncle that fucked up the
shit that you was smokin'
I was residue lay on the cushion
I'mma blame it on your ass 'cause I ain't whoopings
And proof is in the pudding
I'm his baby, Eddie Kane
(Eddie Kane, Kane)

Standing in the white and we on
Is there any other smokers in
And we on
And is there any other smokers in
And we on
Is there any other smokers in
open doors on the road to my heart
Dreams on the floor, bet a stay high
And I
We're to go, around, around, around
We're to go, around, around, around