Luyện nghe bài hát La La La Boom

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Know some niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, it's hammer time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you ash and purp
Your flow wack, my flow
Got marble floors, floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
coupes, Ciroc orange juice
Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas you heard the news
If your daughter ever something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like all cool
get trapped in Vegas too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with in that SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? talk my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now it's a on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the you are, all my whips mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't Don't talk to me
Grammy Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
got no time for this rap shit
Cash Money, Blood
Ain't got no time for rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a
Big U let a nigga get matches
torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and a nigga backwards
Light it up, smoke a like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That chopper going walls
This shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' that shit
That monster pull up side of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
T Raw? I got you, trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc
Talk about my on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck around and be a one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't no one)
(Step behind these bars and I write not one)
(Niggas bumping lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that light come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on nigga
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
suburban these niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns when they made you
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am I am .45 Go blam with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't never met a who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like in this Shark Tale
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And knows you)
Dis ain't what want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I that was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done caught yourself a L dog
(Man knows you)
You of Lil Durk? Nigga, hell nah!