Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

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

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

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a face, is it tha place?
Dollar
To get my pocket, but big face
See me rollin in streets
With these killas
Get on my lap, a left 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
all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
Migga JP, where tha fuck we go
I thought you knew we two sticks of vindo
No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle
I ain't up show
Must maintain, ain't that Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin with them masters
You see my at the
Pushin off green 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 hang with Amigos)
Illegal amigos down our peoples
(Who can with Illegal Amigos)
Illegal stayin incognito...

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

(Chorus 1)

I done cook my up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes down we to post up
Don't the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, tha world that you live in
Street raise for combat, hollin 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 torn
down my padential, my padentials
I ya niggas up like pretzels
Man quien Carlos Coy
80 G's a stayin self-employed
'em softly, raisin 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the
I tell 'em
I promise Imma show bitch ass what hell is...
You fellas, just on my dick like relish

(Chorus 2