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, well it's time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle
ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a 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 like it's all
Might get trapped in too
call Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and Nitty
My Maybach cost 2
you got one? Don't 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 small like
I'm swatting the
I'll put you under the earth now a garden on your tombstone
You stain teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? Don't 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 bitch you fall with!

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

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like 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 lemme go on 40 again
Talk about my kids on
Nigga must wanna get his ass again!
a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga to Riverside
even niggas know 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 bars and I write not one)
(Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
like to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? 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 niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't start guns when they made you nigga
Ain't no Jayhawk but K you nigga
And I Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip through your set like Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little Sosa
Brown paper bag, on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out
Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out
Old man and the capitol hill is out
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville 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 than Jay (Chi Jay)
I might be more Chi Town 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 Shark
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis ain't 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!