Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' 4 Joints

(Brotha Hung)
roll me a joint
check my gat 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 and ones I get dank
Im niggas blood to the blood bank
you better me up proper
or die from my loaded stopper
like nut up blunt for blunt
and one time you can take me if you me if you want
'cause as I get my dank
you know it ain't 10 minutes for I'm planning my next gank
and even if your down with my
(conversation)
(yo shut up man I understand this man, yo you get this motherfucka, I
him too)
so it up Mo Green
you know its that gat pressing up your motherfucking spleen
all that green bud or you'll be kicking up dust off the motherfucking
rug
straight jacket off to the nigga
R.J. you better a nate trigger
I don't nigga so give it up shit
I got the old nine that I blasted old Mo Green with foo
break yourself
gimmie all that mexican sex and don't
I got this handled
put about 10 of them sacks on a panel
and I'm out the back
Triple Six next victim foo I need a 4 O
Im might be difficult
but Ima need me a 12 gage and a trench
lil the door
Triple Six in the room with vannah on armed in the coat
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
snatch 2 ounces then I
and cant faking on the way out I saw the keys to the jeep
I might as take it
nigga kept breaking next nigga M.C.
foo tripping so I put out the lights (2 gunshots)
about 6 40's
now I'm back to the duece while they look for me
Im in the getting butted and drunk
a hiting homeless with the dank
and I could feel them niggas that I ganked
coming up so I the gat nigga
to my head shawnte' on the
do it before I send ya home
pop pop pop pop 4 to the

(Shawna Coyle)
shit I really shot that