Luyện nghe bài hát Legal Dope Compilation

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I to lose
them 22's
I got an ap 10 and a throwaway 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 that tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
it's on
On 'til the come 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 dome
'bout to make your brain split and hit the fleetwood
I'm like richard chase, mixed with al
If you want some shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, 'cause red rum time, nigga

4x

(verse2)
Nigga, it's that-sac of state of mind
Where niggas put their gangster on, and bend corners
In a 69
rims
You see
With their neighborhood flags and black carthart beenie
I'm genie
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 backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in one times approach
I got, 5 and some '89 tags
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and throw me over back
But fuck
Why you I got extended clips
'cause I'm so high, most of the
I can't miss, nigga

4x