Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

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

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

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha
billers
To get my pocket, but big face
See me rollin in these
these mothafuckin killas
Get on my lap, make a on Hillah
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 this smoke, flowin out tha window
Migga JP, where tha we gone go
I thought you we blowin two sticks of vindo
No turnin back bro, continue on my though
I ain't comin up
Must maintain, ain't right Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin them blunt masters
You see my at the
off that green dragons stick it
With V and soak it
Puta! you couldn't see me
Talkin bout, that Chuy from tha T.V...

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

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

(Chorus 1)

I done cook my up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes we begin to post up
Don't fight the fillin, you give in
SPM, tha world that you live in
Street for combat, hollin where tha bomb at
I go all out, walk down the route
Fuck and all that, bitches is a draw back
South, Knew what I'm torn bout
Ya'll down my padential, my
I twist ya niggas up pretzels
Man quien soy? Coy
80 G's a month self-employed
'em softly, raisin 'em off me
They me if I'm the best
I 'em probably
I promise Imma show your ass what hell is...
You fellas, jealous on my dick like relish

(Chorus 2