Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No nutt's no glory, hear the whole
I'll be on stage, when you kill that for me
some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty
Pick out ride, Luxturious or Sporty
is no object for this killa project
You always my back, my number one soldado
Caballo a that bounce like a hot check
Watch the fly on this dimond lace novato
Me, I'm rollin in tha two corvette
My wife, ain't even born yet
I'm Dope House Records, band Texas
Real niggaz eatin for breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me tha
Get your family killed, amid-divil
I pimp two Mary Jane and Snow White...
The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow

(Chorus 1)
(Who can hang with Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, from tha Kilos
(Who can with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a face, is it tha place?
billers
To get my pocket, but big face
See me in these streets
With mothafuckin killas
Get on my lap, make a left on
Givin out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap
So i can show there where my heart is at
Cath me in tha back of Benzino
on my C-Noes
Blowin all this smoke, Straight out tha window
Migga JP, tha fuck we gone go
I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of
No turnin bro, continue on my hustle though
I ain't up show
Must maintain, ain't right Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin with them blunt
You see my at the
Pushin off that green dragons it
With that V and it
Puta! you even see me
Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy tha T.V...

2:
(Who can hang with Amigos)
amigos puttin down our peoples
(Who can hang Illegal Amigos)
amigos stayin incognito...

amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we like dots
3]
Extensions from kilos
As my nigga nio, he
How to make 100 thousand
A week, startin' Zero
Now we got connections Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
House of pounds then to Key's
The holly West, we got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
We big ballin', that's I'm tellin' my people
And I still my eyes on my K-Sam...
Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal
Blunt Master's, C's, Park Mexicans
Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the
Big Ballin...!
Illegal amigos, tha mexican
from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons

(Chorus 1)

I done cook my up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes down we to post up
Don't fight the fillin, you give in
SPM, rock tha world that you in
Street raise for combat, where tha bomb at
I go all out, walk down the wrong
Fuck hoes and all that, is a draw back
Gone South, what I'm torn bout
Ya'll my padential, my padentials
I ya niggas up like pretzels
Man quien soy? Coy
80 G's a month stayin
Killin 'em softly, 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the
I tell 'em
I promise Imma show bitch ass what hell is...
You fellas, just jealous on my dick like

(Chorus 2