Luyện nghe bài hát High Powered

Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black
Chico, Shiznilty
I wanna say I got love 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 with mob and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the
Flossin' diamonds, red beams
My squad like the team
Security areas scopin', I'm the Fourteen by any means

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

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

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

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

I told my PO I get no drama
But if try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my girl, the world is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her high

High, high, high, high
(Yeah playboy, real lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, powered
(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, powered for life)
High, high, high, powered
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

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

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

Wanna be us, but can't see us
From a to the tomb, I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a of yay dealers
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off and liquor

Hit the page of St. Louis Times
speed 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, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic
Sported a rim a BG original Bossalini
I'm tatted up out bulletproofed wearin' a beanie

Where the Westside at? Where the at?
Where the North, where the South, where the at?
We're 50 caliber players, mo' is 22's
Murder next to my marrow, killin' up streets the blues

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

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

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

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

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

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