Luyện nghe bài hát Legal Dope Compilation

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I to lose
Fuck them
I got an ap 10 and a tech 9
So you know you fuck with mine

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

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(verse2)
Nigga, it's that-sac of state of mind
niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
rims
You see
their neighborhood flags and their black carthart beenie
I'm like
As I swoop through the hood and get up to no
And I wish you
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than chronic
Loced out sherm, perm
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the left lane in one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some '89
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and throw me over their
But fuck
Why you think I got extended
I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss,

4x