Luyện nghe bài hát Hurry Up And Buy

I'm in the corner store high with a couple of
Japanese bitch "hurry up and buy!"
Got the of guns that make you wanna touch the sky
Holla'd at my homie Nims he said fuck a ya
The real shit I spin it to the
The glock outta the box furnished with the bullets
Homie I'm an Eastside nigga a chip on his shoulder
Throw a clip in ya shoulder, have ya flippin ya
It's over, hollows blowin through the kitchen, the
Through the stove top stuffing, through the chicken, my
Stay sleep, Been there, funerals, eulogy
Pass the preacher real good, still it moving me
All type of shits off
That's why I slick Molotov's at ya jaw
I'm the cause and effect, the alpha, the
Beginnin of the end, calculatin with
Articulate and clever parts I will sever
Shotty sparks through sweater, my squad is forever
And we can beef like and doomsday
I'm with the toast, wanna meet my roommate
You wanna see me ride up, rowdy all riled up
Fired up, eat a nigga food, turn his sunny side up
Just another episode, let the explode
I seen weapons blow all over decimals
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 know you spit
I will jab niggas up, and uppercut 'em
Even kings need to rest, head from the crown
I ain't to hear how you shut em down
You was at blockbuster watchin Smith the last time you seen Seven Pound
A set of clowns the big shoes
from the mound, who I'm tossin this fifth to
That flow you tryin to master, I pass that and at
Due to young'n you ain't nothin but a lab rat
I'm at your door like Ransom
one, hand over your heart like the national anthem
Close line your sis, put your moms in the
Grab ya granny put her in a figure-four leg
She opened her eyes when the in her leg stopped
in time to see me comin down with 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 that I freeload
be mad, no bitchassness in the back
I burry the hatchet, swinging like Patrick
I'm active, hold ya family captive
standing out as if they went under for Bariatrics
Your bitch a freak I dig her out a grapefruit
Sick with the bat and balls so I her Babe Ruth
Block Beirut, vodka and Grey Goose
let the apes loose, guns like the stay troops
Flyer than space boots, homie you can take two
Stairway to heaven, send a straight to Jesus
with the chopper, hanging out let the K shoot
Boys in the Hood had to cut that nigga Tre
you, we bout to make moves
And tell ya pops rubbin together ain't cool