Luyện nghe bài hát La La La Boom

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

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

(Niggas saying nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Family Hustle 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 again
Talk my kids on Instagram?
Nigga wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga running to the 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)
run through the red ones
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never heard of niggas
Some of the of these niggas
make me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
suburban these niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start making guns when they you nigga
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, down to die too
in on them 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
talking all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
Come fuck me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am I am .45 Go blam with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the hill 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 J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga hold your
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus They Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she 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 niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town 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 Shark Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil

(And knows you)
Dis ain't they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!