Luyện nghe bài hát High Powered

Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black
Fetty Chico,
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,

comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, flashin' red
My squad like the SWAT
areas scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means

Cream rules everythin, money is
Rather die like a soldier than live my as a coward
How many players the real hits?
How many ballers you that you makin' scrill with?

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

Like a shark I pull you the water
Get you caught up in thug shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the Bay
angles and hittin' switches, thugs ain't your average
Marks just give up all they

See the big fish eat up the
like real big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my was a problem child
banks when I was juvenile

I told my PO I wouldn't get no
But if they try to take my 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, high
(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, powered
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

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

My life is all women and money but the money come over
I'm a worldwide mob figure
Ain't no room for suckers duckin' the
Keep my strap on the side for the others that to love us

Wanna be us, but they see us
a womb to the tomb, I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born in a world of yay dealers
women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor

Hit the front page of St. Louis
High in Westside, patna
Felons committin' felonies and got the ATF all on my
cussin' back and smilin' will never stop

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

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

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, around since '89
9, technism, thuggism from the mind
To the who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the killa Cali,
we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered

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

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

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

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

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

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