Luyện nghe bài hát JoHn Muir

Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street,
Never had a weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been
Bellin' through the street, y'all
through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases take your fuckin' screen off
I put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the with the ass
Got an ice chain 'cause a nigga gettin'
Three different pagers up because 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 keep a fiend
Ghetto bird, hit a kil', I ghetto dreams
Tryna strike me out before I school
I was a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

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

Bellin' through the street, y'all
Tryna get this weed off
Gang injunctions me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my
Heard I got a stripe on my record then true
Cops effin' at my record, never 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm shoot
I was out here dope 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 the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his porch, kill his brother too
Nigga his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks as flu
from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's tryna get our groove on, yeah

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