Luyện nghe bài hát JoHn Muir

Bellin' through the street, y'all
Never had a weed card
I'm to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the street, y'all
Bellin' the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches the ass
Got an ice chain a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up I'm crackin'
Tryna a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my
Pistol on me, dunk in her g-string
in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs,
Fig side niggas a dope fiend
bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish
I was just a square nigga I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

Bellin' through the street, y'all
Bellin' through the street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we
We love, we go

through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' off
injunctions tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna
I was out here sellin' at 14, what it do?
I was out fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my was State Farm
On my nigga's tryna get our groove on, yeah

Bellin' through the street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street,
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we
We love, we go