Luyện nghe bài hát H.I. Double L.

(E-40)
Hey ah, way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin my rear view mirror
Pervin like a swervin
Hope I don't in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas
Quick fast and a hurry worry 40 vision blurry
Shorty hit the freeways climbin like nigga Joe Torre
(Celly Cel)
What do you know it's Cel
That niggero that funky nigga doe
Kickin in you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin in the late
wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit
(40)
We're here-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't
(B-Legit)
I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my bell
A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass to hell
(40)
A tick a tock, the shit da
They say them crazy pull out a chop
(B)
I them muthafuckas run
I do this for fun
You niggas know you get none
(40)

I'm the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L doe
Spittin straight game is all a know and ahh
and be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
(B)
I a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been
And so what I smells pussy and gin
I had money to
Bitches to break and if the shit was out of I had lives to take
I you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP eatin
Don't get it confused you won't get
As long as you me them revenues
(Cel)
That miggity mack, that dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut
Ain't got no love for 'em all I to do is dick 'em
Pass 'em to the extra mannish 40 water
(40)
If I was with a ?
You could kiss my big royal
I'm not funkin' Oliveoil
Last night I had a in my room
She me till my dick shriveled up like a prun
(Cel)
Well pass the to the left hand side
So I can bend her over hit it the back and let her ride
You know it's Wid It
Hog gotta put the shake
Shot her to the left hit me with the break down

(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire,
? the punch bowl full of
That'll a nigga dang near all day
HERB we gets perved cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola
(B)
Nigga I'm a Louie damn near Q
So can I get a on my pager here
You blowin' me up
I you know the code
31 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
steppin'
Ya blankin off the
'cause I'm a ock starate goin dove
let me use your fuckin car
All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up money tore up ass you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways about a buck 50 in Salonto County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me me with a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and was askin me where I'm from
And I bitch