Luyện nghe bài hát Hurry Up And Buy

I'm in the corner store high with a couple of
bitch yelling "hurry up and buy!"
Got the kind of guns make you wanna touch the sky
Holla'd at my Nims he said fuck a ya life
The real I spin it to the fullest
The fresh outta the box furnished with the bullets
Homie I'm an Eastside nigga with a on his shoulder
Throw a clip in ya shoulder, have ya ya Rover
over, hollows blowin through the kitchen, the foyer
Through the stove top stuffing, the chicken, my lawyer
Stay sleep, Been there, funerals, eulogy
Pass the real good, still it ain't moving me
All of shits poppin off
That's why I toss slick at ya jaw
I'm the and effect, the alpha, the omega
of the end, calculatin with barrettes
Articulate and body parts I will sever
Shotty sparks through sweater, my squad is forever
And we can beef Superman and doomsday
I'm stayin the toast, wanna meet my roommate
You don't wanna see me up, rowdy all riled up
Fired up, eat a nigga food, his brain sunny side up
another episode, let the tech explode
I done seen weapons blow all over
Professional, pistol packer, a smasher cruise and crash a 22 hammer cock
on ya block
You can be a lot but you this
A hard pill to swallow when you you can't spit
I will jab niggas up, and uppercut 'em
Even kings need to rest, heavy from the crown
I ain't to hear how you shut em down
You was at blockbuster watchin Will Smith the last time you seen Seven
A set of minus the big shoes
Pigeon from the mound, who I'm this fifth to
That flow you to master, I pass that and laugh at
Due to science young'n you ain't but a lab rat
I'm at your front door like
Blast one, hand over your heart like the national
Close line sis, put your moms in the headlock
Grab ya granny put her in a leg lock
She her eyes when the pain in her leg stopped
Just in time to see me comin down the leg drop
I'm so tired Z-ro, I should have went emo, a gym class hero
Coulda been a bum, body smellin Fritos
With a cardboard sign saying I freeload
be mad, no bitchassness in the back
I burry the hatchet, swinging Kelly Patrick
I'm very active, hold ya family
Pockets out as if they went under for Bariatrics
Your a freak I dig her out like a grapefruit
Sick the bat and balls so I call her Babe Ruth
Block Beirut, vodka and Grey Goose
I'ma let the apes loose, guns like the troops
Flyer some space boots, homie you can take two
Stairway to heaven, a nigga straight to Jesus
Monster the chopper, hanging out let the K shoot
Boys in the had to cut that nigga Tre loose
Fuck you, we bout to make
And tell ya pops rubbin balls together cool