Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' 4 Joints

(Brotha Hung)
roll me a joint
my gat nigga get my point 'cause I jack
roll on foos like and my nine milla meter ain't nathan nice
I start jacking for blunts a black jacket and ones I get
Im sending niggas blood to the blood
you hook me up proper
or die from my loaded stopper
like nut smoking up blunt for
and one time you can take me if you check me if you
'cause as I get my dank
you it ain't 10 minutes later for I'm planning my next gank
and even if your down my crew
(conversation)
(yo shut up man I don't understand man, yo you get this motherfucka, I
him too)
so it up Mo Green
you know its that gat pressing up against your spleen
gimmie all that green bud or be kicking up dust off the motherfucking
rug
straight jacket off to the nigga
R.J. you better a nate trigger
I don't play nigga so give it up
I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo Green foo
yourself smooth
gimmie all mexican sex and don't stress
I got shit handled
put about 10 of them sacks on a panel
and I'm out the door
Triple Six next victim 'cause foo I a 4 O
Im be kinda difficult
but Ima need me a 12 gage and a trench
lil the door
Triple Six in the room with some vannah on armed in the
telling everybody don't I'm fiending
hit the ice box for the Old
didnt to use my gun
now I'm off to Haven I pop 8 3 1 nigga
jackpot ounce to the
2 ounces then I bounce
and whatcha faking on the way out I saw the keys to the jeep
I might as well it
nigga kept next nigga M.C. Hobbs
foo start so I put out the lights (2 gunshots)
took about 6
now I'm back to the duece while they look for me
Im in the creek butted and drunk
a nigga hiting homeless the dank
and I could feel them niggas that I ganked
coming up so I grab the gat
to my shawnte' on the trigger
better do it before I send ya
pop pop pop pop 4 to the

(Shawna Coyle)
shit I shot that motherfucka