Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No nutt's no glory, hear the whole
I'll be on stage, when you that punk for me
Drink some more forty, 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 low-low that bounce like a hot
Watch the time fly on this lace novato
Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone
My third wife, ain't born yet
I'm Dope House Records, outta Texas
niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when hand me tha steal
Get your killed, like amid-divil
I pimp two bitches Jane and Snow White...
The ink in my pen shoot from a blow pipe

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

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a face, is it tha place?
Dollar
To get my pocket, but big face
See me rollin in these
these mothafuckin killas
Get on my lap, make a left on
Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM me tha gap
So i can show there mothafuckers my heart is at
me in tha back of that Benzino
Puntin on my
Blowin all smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
Migga JP, where tha fuck we go
I thought you knew we blowin two of vindo
No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle
I comin up show
maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin them blunt masters
You see my at the
Pushin off that dragons stick it
that V and soak it
Puta! you even see me
Talkin bout, that Chuy from tha T.V...

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

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

(Chorus 1)

I done my coke up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes down we begin to up
fight the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha world you live in
Street for combat, hollin where tha bomb at
I go all out, walk the wrong route
Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a back
Gone South, Knew what I'm bout
Ya'll down my padential, my
I twist ya niggas up pretzels
Man quien soy? Coy
80 G's a stayin self-employed
'em softly, raisin 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the
I tell 'em
I promise Imma show your bitch ass what is...
You fellas, just jealous on my dick like

(Chorus 2