Luyện nghe bài hát High Powered

Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black
Chico, Shiznilty
I just wanna say I got for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we be real players

High, high, high, high, on
High, high, high, high, on
High, high,

We're comin' in group mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers we step on the scene
diamonds, flashin' red beams
My squad the SWAT team
Security areas scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any

Cream rules everythin, is power
Rather die a soldier than live my life as a coward
How players spit the real hits?
How many you know that you makin' scrill with?

be actin' like the game is gone
But they ain't open they
I've been Dead Presidents since they was alive
It's Newport to G.P.C.
haters get smoked quick up because they cheap
We yay

Like a I pull you under the water
Get you up in some thug shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the Bay
Suit angles and switches, thugs ain't your average
just give up all they cabbage

See the big eat up the guppies
It's like big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my style was a child
Robbin' banks I was juvenile

I my PO I wouldn't get no drama
But if they try to my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl, the is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get her high powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah playboy, real players to ball)
High, high, high, high
(Natural riders)

High, high, high, powered
(From the to the tomb)
High, high, high, powered
(We're real this, we at this)

High, high, high, powered
(Immortalized, high for life)
High, high, high, high
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

High, high, high, powered
(Energized them batteries, down here for this mob life)
High, high, high, high
(Move thugs)

My life is all women and money but the come over women
I'm a worldwide mob figure
no room for suckers duckin' the undercovers
Keep my strap on the side for the others that to love us

be us, but they can't see us
From a womb to the tomb, I'm out as a fiend is
sinnin' in a world of yay dealers
Pretty dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor

Hit the page of St. Louis Times
High in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my
Bitches cussin' back and smilin' will stop

We gotta duck, see I'm 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalini, Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic Slang
Sported a rim a BG original Bossalini
I'm tatted up thugged out wearin' a beanie

Where the at? Where the Eastside at?
Where the North, where the South, the Westside at?
We're 50 caliber players, mo' fools is
Murder to my marrow, killin' up streets with the blues

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, been around '89
Steady 9, technism, thuggism from the
To the suckers who ain't knowin, that's just too bad
I'm from the Cali, Westside
we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah, they tryin to kick the thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, high
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? ain't gon win)

High, high, high, high
(They can't win, we're ridin' forever, can't win)
High, high, high, powered
(Patna, they can't win, we high powered)

High, high, high, high
(You ain't but high cowards, it's 1999)
High, high, high, high
(Peep Ace Black Bossalini)

High, high, high, high
(Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Immortalized)
High, high, high, high

Powered, powered,
Powered, powered,

High, high, high, powered
High, high, high, powered
High, high, high, powered
High, high, high, powered

High, high, high, powered
High, high, high, powered
High, high, high, powered
High, high, high, powered