Luyện nghe bài hát Legal Dope Compilation

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I re-fuse to
Fuck 22's
I got an ap 10 and a throwaway 9
So you know you can't with mine

(verse1)
(lynch)
If I was in the dark letting my nine spark
(d-dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might me yet
(lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got motherfuckers tore up
As I of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
Nigga on
On the slugs come out
(d-dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so
(lynch)
I'ts the third nigga
So now I'm up at your dome
to make your brain split and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm like richard chase, with al capone
If you some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a new dome
A minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, it's red rum time, nigga

4x

(verse2)
Nigga, it's that-sac of indo-killafornia of mind
Where niggas put their gangster on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood and their black carthart beenie
I'm like
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, perm
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
sack, and throw me over their back
But that
Why you I got extended clips
'cause I'm so high, of the time
I just miss, nigga

4x