Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No no glory, hear the whole story
I'll be on stage, you kill that punk for me
Drink some more forty, fuck my Shorty
Pick out your ride, Luxturious or
Money is no for this killa project
You always have my back, my one soldado
Caballo a low-low bounce like a hot check
Watch the time fly on this dimond lace
Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone
My third wife, ain't even yet
I'm Dope Records, band outta Texas
Real niggaz MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when hand me tha steal
Get family killed, like amid-divil
I pimp two bitches Mary and Snow White...
The ink in my pen poison from a blow pipe

(Chorus 1)
(Who can hang Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha
(Who can hang with Amigos)
Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes

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

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

amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we connected like
3]
Extensions C-Notes from
As my nio, he know
How to make 100 dollas
A week, startin' Zero
Now we got from 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', what I'm tellin' my people
And I keep my eyes on my K-Sam...
Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal
Blunt Master's, C's, South Park
Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Mischis
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the
Big Ballin...!
Illegal amigos, tha connection
Everything from Key's to to automatic Weapons

(Chorus 1)

I cook my coke up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes down we begin to up
Don't fight the fillin, aventually you 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 down my padential, my
I twist ya niggas up pretzels
Man soy? Carlos Coy
80 G's a month self-employed
Killin 'em softly, 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the
I 'em probably
I promise Imma show your bitch ass what is...
You fellas, just jealous on my dick relish

(Chorus 2