Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No nutt's no glory, hear the story
I'll be on stage, when you kill that for me
Drink some more forty, fuck my Shorty
Pick out ride, Luxturious or Sporty
Money is no object for this project
You always have my back, my one soldado
a low-low that bounce like a hot check
Watch the time fly on this dimond lace
Me, I'm rollin in tha two corvette
My third wife, even born yet
I'm Dope House Records, band outta
Real eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when they hand me tha
Get your family killed, like
I pimp two bitches Mary and Snow White...
The ink in my pen shoot poison a blow pipe

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

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a face, is it tha place?
billers
To get my pocket, nothin but big
See me rollin in streets
With these killas
Get on my lap, make a 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 you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo
No turnin back bro, continue on my though
I comin 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 even see me
bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V...

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

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

(Chorus 1)

I done cook my coke up and my dope is low
4]
As the sun down we begin to post up
Don't fight the fillin, aventually you in
SPM, rock tha world you live in
Street raise for combat, where tha bomb at
I go all out, walk down the wrong
hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back
Gone South, what I'm torn bout
Ya'll my padential, my padentials
I twist ya up like pretzels
Man quien Carlos Coy
80 G's a stayin self-employed
Killin 'em softly, 'em off me
They me if I'm the best
I 'em probably
I promise Imma show bitch ass what hell is...
You fellas, just jealous on my dick like

(Chorus 2