Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No nutt's no glory, the whole story
I'll be on stage, when you kill that for me
some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty
Pick out your ride, or Sporty
Money is no object for killa project
You always have my back, my one soldado
a low-low that bounce like a hot check
Watch the fly on this dimond lace novato
Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone
My third wife, even born yet
I'm Dope Records, band outta Texas
niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when they me tha steal
Get your family killed, like
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 with Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha
billers
To get my pocket, nothin but big
See me rollin in these
With these mothafuckin
Get on my lap, make a 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
JP, where tha fuck we gone go
I thought you knew we 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 them blunt
You see my at the
Pushin off that green dragons it
With that V and it
Puta! you even see me
bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V...

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

amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we like dots
3]
Extensions C-Notes from
As my nigga nio, he
How to make 100 thousand
A week, from 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 keep my eyes 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 Mischis
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the
Big Ballin...!
Illegal amigos, tha connection
from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons

(Chorus 1)

I cook my coke 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 that you live in
Street raise for combat, where tha bomb at
I go all out, walk the wrong route
hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back
Gone South, Knew I'm torn bout
down my padential, my padentials
I twist ya niggas up pretzels
Man quien soy? Coy
80 G's a month stayin
'em softly, raisin 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the
I 'em probably
I promise Imma show bitch ass what hell is...
You fellas, just jealous on my like relish

(Chorus 2