Luyện nghe bài hát Hypnotize Cash Money

How you love Playboy? This one here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up
Nigga like
on twenties, Memphis and New Orleans
We show you how we do this

Y'all know the motherfuckin' score,
Y'all boys, y'all boys, ain't ready for
Hot Boys, Hot gunnin' with the Three 6
40 Cal in my draws, runnin' them laws
A is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall

I'm certainly hittin' corners, hittin' gates, shit is dirty, tight
Leapin' tall in a single bounce, feelin' ceiling lights
Hear me this, if I go, I better go in
But in Tennessee, another bugged out nigga

Fuckin' with me, huh? You fuckin' with the one
That fire spit from my K have your wig cooked I'm done
Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood
Is it enough for me to go, up them, drug spot?

Lil' killa Weezay, they drug is fuckin' up a nigga, cheezay
Get 'em out and shut bitch down
Huh, well, ride, nigga
We gettin' high, they all die, nigga
Them Hot started ridin'

We gonna fire, nigga, wet 'em real
Wave your rid a bye, bye, bye, nigga
Shut down they hood and shoot they streets on sides, nigga
We the Hot B. lighters, ridin' at nighters in two red

They gonna expect two splittin' heads like this
Puttin' they clique in a bustin' gats like this
of that danger in all black like this
And if a want some more then we be back like this

Sosate, Lord, 'cause the war competors on irregular
Intruders face these barracudas, you nigga predators
Double barrel bust, that warned them, now they surely of us
Seriously, we party, stay out the or face the territory

Cowards of the hour, by my tower, flower power
and devour, face the boom, boom, boom, power
Tear Da Up Thugs, kickin' it with the Hot Boys
'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we to bring the noise

I'll wet a nigga, for anything, me and my Hot Boy clique
Quick to dress in all black and a nigga like shit
Two time on a thug nigga, 'bout it since my days
Been pullin' triggers, been runnin' the hallways
Playin' it raw, sparkin' at

Any place, anywhere my fuckin' 9
I got an army of niggas automatic gats
'Bout splittin', ass niggas Craig, Ron and Randy
Hot Boys and Three 6, they teamed up
Wanna beef, it's a must, we freeze it up, realer

clangly trigger and you a nigga, now who did it?
Motherfucker, no stomach, they too to admit it
Rear view mirror fucked up, so I can't see when coming
I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman

I told the lady, "Look I'm sorry, miss, I knew I was
But you came so fuckin' close to me, I it was on
That's why my partners is gone, they done seen an approaching
And a nigga got 'em, if it was me, I would smoked him

Let's stop all this nonsense 'cause couldn't catch Lil Duane
motherfuckers think a syringe in this man
Shit if in tap ons, don't even worry 'bout it thugsta
Left 'em in the garbage expectin' find an inner city, youngsta
I'm an all hustla, get paid in many ways

Knew a Dre to get played, had a connection Yah
Once I went in a house and killed four
Hit the nigga for dirty hoes that he kept under the
Now I'm with the 6 mob pushin' them Burbs
done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd

It's the Juice comin' up out the dark from
Memphis niggas always heart and we start
Shit with these haters, we ain't no traders
Bustin' hustlas and some G's chasers that paper

Pass that if you a friend of me
Usually punk tricks kill a of Hennesey
And get wild in the club, that's how we be
All you niggas
them thangs and show them teeth, it's on

Niggas be sizin', niggas ridin', sign on niggas
But die for a few niggas
Suga Slim, Manny and my Hot Boy
Never my B.G.
I know he'll kill a nigga more for me, bitch

But today I'm Three 6 and I'm showin' love
Where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till see blood
Wearin' my black glove in case I gotta bust a head, 'cuz
Niggas buyin' on dubs, TV's with VC's is a must

Automatic strap plus and keep my
On my feet no what
got four and B.G. got ten
While my golds, nigga, we all in
got the red beam team, double R Rolls Royce showin' love
Went to and bought a Lamborgini on dubs

Niggas ridin' buttons to show hoes we worth somethin'
And my baby, momma, the bitch too many games
she was takin' pills
Now she pregnant again, but all gravy, baby
And my children gonna be strapped, if I'm blind, or crazy, baby
Playboy, you can believe

How you it now Playboy?
Manny Fresh on the tracks, boy
Yo, yo, yo, Hypnotized, motherfuckin' Mindz
Up in here, you me?
Hot Boys with Three 6 bitch