Luyện nghe bài hát JoHn Muir

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

through 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 mothafuckin' street,
get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions tell me where we go
Shoot me in my back because my
I got a stripe on my record then it's 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 sellin' at 14, what it do?
I was out here hoes at 14, what it do?
I was class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small rob, gimme loot
Pop a on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years school
Nigga tryna get the Js, Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on,

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