Luyện nghe bài hát La La La Boom

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Know some Hoover niggas that's to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
Niggas that they MCs
get touched, well it's hammer time
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My 52 Orange roofs
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your daughter ever something, don't hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get in Vegas too
Mally Mall he with Big U
I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR,
T Raw echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My Maybach 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't my language
I'm king shitting on yo
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim"
You too like Smeagol
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo
You Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
Grammy nominated? Don't to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

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

(Niggas saying nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Cash Money, Family Hustle Tip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off go on 40 Glocc again
about my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga running to the cops
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never of these niggas
Some of the nerve of niggas
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She ain't met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And knows you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm to show you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!