Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Throne

f/ Marilyn

Ain't no this movement...gotta roll with it

Uhh....one time baby,

First Verse

Land of dum-dum, is where I from
Believe me I tell you that you don't want none son
A long, hard road for this, throne
You can catch me in the club in the, alone
So, Mama's don't let your babies to be gangstas
Killas taught to not give a fuck, hit em up sign language,
I'm explainin' how the game is
Reach for the stainless, 'em brainless,
The strangest of come to me at no surprise,
all my allies, I run with bad guys,
Fuck pea shooters, all my gats are
I got seven dopehouses, that's a
Man cries if he was with a heart,
But I lost mine, in the of South Park
Once again it's SPM,
And the shit ain't gonna until I'm dead or in the pen

[Marilyn Rylander]:
He's a

a baller
He on the
Throne
He on the
He's a
He's a
Second [SPM]:
Latin

I got scars jumpin' gates and sharp bars
We shootin' stars, runnin' cop cars
Everyday you see me in a crackhead's car
The hood is ours, my pennies in a pickle jar
So bizarre how so many bullets my head,
I told my Mom, that I'm gonna stick with instead
Fuck the crack , I rapped and hit the jackpot
Now I'm on a plane on my laptop
all wiggy rockin' city to city
But I still feel my past catchin' up me
Got more ends, my Mom a Gold Benz,
But she worry 'cause I got all my old friends
that I slow up and change one day,
But these Hillwood got me raised one way
I my lady one day we gone be like the Brady's
But for now I teach her how to use this eighty

Third [SPM]:

Three and countin', I've been drinkin' from the music fountain
Who you This round is comin' out the South
The Dopehouse in Houston like a fuckin' mountain,
I got non-believers with foot in they mouth
I break guinesses, 'em off my premises,
Used to be menaces, now our dreams
this a trip? Not a slipper or a sleeper,
Niggas dope still hittin' up my beeper
But we can overcome the ghetto even G's a mother,
Bread without butter, I came out a gutter
Born hustler, used to an old gas guzzler,
Servin' zombies, a as big as Gandhi's,
Fresh out the hood I was sellin' dope summer
Now I'm donkey Brunettes and Blondies
Jammin' Jon B., bottles of Don P.,
The day of the Wetback has striked upon