Luyện nghe bài hát Head Blown

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D-Roc (I don't even know I'm doin')

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a
Come the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, nigga toting fully loaded
I'm if I hear a peep
I with the fuckery, I'm a real G
know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' fuck me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go
I just dropped off the top on a
I just hit the shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my
You see I'm but ain't slippin', get your head blown

Head blown straight up out of the
Made nigga on the with them killers
On go, gorillas, official
Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma him
If you loyal to me, I'm one right back
If you him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him
I was down bad, I ain't blame no one,
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the
D-Dawg in a cell, every that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in jail that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, these niggas playin' my way
He could buck and run up and get shot in his
I can see that they fake and them be hatin'
You get put in position to out your placements, bitch

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a
Come from the streets, stay that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting loaded
I'm if I hear a peep
I with the fuckery, I'm a real G
They know it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty fuck with me real bad
So I started head, I make her go deep
I just off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head

I pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
Bitch, I'm grippin', you slippin', what's the word?
I goin' right now, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up (Knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can't up the bag
I'ma run up a check, I'ma never
I be it cool, I ain't none of them dudes
You gon' run off on who and get shot in your
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the
For stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that
When they said they want smoke, how I'm to react?
But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to
Bought a for her and bought one for my son
I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm to run
If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas run
But they can't get away when I strike with gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they and get sonned
on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz
Osama one hundred, I call him, he
Plus he a vet, he go get it done

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a
Come from the streets, stay that heat
Full of that lean, nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a
I ain't the fuckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but out of they reach
Shawty wan' fuck me real bad
So I started with head, I her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a
I just hit the pawn shop, my ammo
I put big rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your blown