Luyện nghe bài hát H.I. Double L.

(E-40)
Hey ah, way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rear mirror
like a mothafucka swervin
Hope I scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas
Quick and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry
Shorty hit the climbin like that nigga Joe Torre
(Celly Cel)
What do you know siggity Cel
That funky niggero that funky doe
in doors you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin in the night
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 send your ass straight to hell
(40)
A tick a tock, the shit da
They say them crazy pull out a chop
(B)
I watch them run
I do shit for fun
You niggas you can't 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 they be like... (there they go,off to the store)
(B)
I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean I've been
And so what I like pussy and gin
I had money to
Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had to take
I told you 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, diggity dang and that niggity nut
in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut
Ain't got no for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em
Pass 'em to the mannish nigga 40 water
(40)
If I was popeye a ?
You kiss my big black royal
I'm not funkin' Oliveoil
Last I had a superbad 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 from the back and let her
You know Sick 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 last a nigga dang all day
HERB we gets perved cop a squat
Let's out at the old Cola spot
(B)
Nigga I'm a smokes damn near Q
So can I get a on my pager here
You blowin' me up
I know you know the
31 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
High
Ya off the blanks
'cause I'm a ock starate goin dove
Nigga let me use fuckin car
All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up tore up ass botch you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto
pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was me where I'm from
And I bitch