Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No nutt's no glory, hear the whole
be on stage, when you kill that punk for me
Drink some forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty
Pick out your ride, Luxturious or
Money is no object for this project
You always my back, my number one soldado
Caballo a low-low bounce like a hot check
Watch the time fly on this dimond lace
Me, I'm in tha two tone corvette
My third wife, even born yet
I'm Dope Records, band outta Texas
Real niggaz eatin for breakfast
Relentless, when they me tha steal
Get your family killed, 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, LB's tha Kilos
(Who can hang Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha
billers
To get my pocket, but big face
See me rollin in streets
With mothafuckin killas
Get on my lap, a left on Hillah
Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM 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 flowin out tha
Migga JP, where tha we gone go
I thought you knew we two sticks of vindo
No turnin bro, continue on my hustle though
I ain't up show
Must maintain, ain't right Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin with blunt masters
You see my at the
Pushin off that dragons stick it
With that V and it
Puta! you couldn't see me
Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy tha T.V...

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

amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we connected like
3]
Extensions from kilos
As my nio, he know
How to make 100 dollas
A week, startin' Zero
Now we got from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
of pounds then Key's to Key's
The holly West, we even got Bay (Matigo Bay)
We big ballin', what I'm tellin' my people
And I still my eyes on my K-Sam...
Afilliated, La Colecta, Amigos
Blunt Master's, C's, Park Mexicans
Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Mischis
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the
Big Ballin...!
amigos, tha mexican connection
Everything 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
fight the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha that you live 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, Knew what I'm bout
down my padential, my padentials
I twist ya niggas up like
Man quien soy? Coy
80 G's a month self-employed
Killin 'em softly, 'em off me
They me if I'm the best
I tell 'em
I Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...
You fellas, just jealous on my like relish

(Chorus 2