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 thinkin' that MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the is Lil Durk?
I you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my flow
Got marble floors, your floors
Got rap shit, mice traps, niggas 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, Ciroc orange
Trel said fuck all you, my OG out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
at them niggas when you heard the news
If your ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get trapped in too
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My Maybach cost 2
you ain't got one? Don't 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 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 hold you like the you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You ain't platinum? Don't to me
nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don't to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you 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 time for this rap
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a
Big U let a nigga get matches
torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and a nigga backwards
Light it up, smoke a like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through my dogs
chopper going through walls
This beef That's me shit
Pull up bangin' that shit
That monster truck pull up of that Benz?

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

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
Don't me resurrect Pac again!
You like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From where my nigga died to
even your know it's a (green Light)
Better run the red ones
around 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 like no guns)
(Just close eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't fuck no new niggas
they like to sue, no woo
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? who nigga?
heard of these niggas
Some of the of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm serving niggas
Yo T raw, time to these niggas
Black suburban these
I'm taking bitches, I'm taking
yeah I'm Young these niggas

Ain't start making guns when 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 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 like this ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever Oprah
Hit a 300 with my nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I talkin' 'bout The Notebook
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 bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I with stones till I OD'
69, Deuce, Marshalville I mean Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she shy
She never met a nigga who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG like a car
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

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