Luyện nghe bài hát H.I. Double L.

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

I'm the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L doe
Spittin game is all a nigga know and ahh
and be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
(B)
I tell a bitch what the fuck you where I've been
And so what I like pussy and gin
I had to make
Bitches to break and if the shit was out of I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a
DP eatin lobster
Don't get it you won't get abused
As long as you me them revenues
(Cel)
miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut 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 popeye a ?
You could kiss my big royal
I'm not funkin' over
Last night I had a in my room
She sucked me my dick shriveled up like a prun
(Cel)
Well pass the Hussy to the left hand
So I can bend her over hit it the back and let her ride
You it's Sick Wid It
Hog put the shake down
Shot her to the left hit me with the break down

(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire,
? the bowl full of hurricane
That'll last a nigga dang all day
Smokin' we gets perved cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old spot
(B)
Nigga I'm a Louie damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager
You been 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 botch you the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a 50 in Salonto County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was me where I'm from
And I bitch