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
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and
flow wack, my flow crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these broke, need ankle wraps
ride 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 when you heard the news
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
call 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 upper echelon, no Lil just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got Don't 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 small like
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your
You shit teenagers
barely on hundos
hold 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
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Don't talk to me
It's to this shit boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
Cash Money, Money
Ain't got no for this rap shit
rap money, money
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 this La
Pull up and spin a nigga
Light it up, smoke a like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
through with my dogs
That chopper going walls
beef shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' that Meek
That monster pull up side of that Benz?

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

First off lemme go on 40 again
Talk about my on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
Have a nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
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 bumping they lips but they don't no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Dirk who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban these
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' these

Ain't start making guns when they you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know 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, this?
talking all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass
Come fuck me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm to the man, with no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, on a Four Loko
get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel and Chicago, out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold head
If you money nigga hold your bread
Rock my P like L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? Fuck with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, 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 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 Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's free J
4Ch but I'm Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
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 done caught yourself a L dog
(Man nobody you)
You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!