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

got no time for this rap shit
Blood Money, Cash
got no time for this rap shit
Cash Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a
Big U let a get some matches
I'ma torch the building this La
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, smoke a like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through with my
That chopper through walls
This beef shit? me shit
up bangin' that Meek shit
That monster pull up side of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Cash Money, Family Hustle Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying 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
about 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 Kendrick and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
mean go nigga
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
even your niggas know a (green Light)
Better run through the red
fuck and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't no one)
(Step behind bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they like no guns)
(Just your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't with no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never heard of these
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns they made you nigga
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got niggas on west and the of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
Niggas talking all fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, nigga free like this ass whooping
Come fuck 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
This is a DM no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little nigga
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four
get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, they 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 the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, your head
If you getting money nigga hold bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They Fuck me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She ain't never met a nigga who 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 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 free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil Durk under a lil

(And nobody you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!