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 my nine spark
(d-dub)
in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(lynch)
It's that nine 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 chronics got me
it's on
On the slugs 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 your
'bout to make your brain split and hit the brome
I'm like richard chase, with al capone
If you want ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a new dome
A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his
So head to the side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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(verse2)
Nigga, it's of indo-killafornia state of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend
In a 69
rims
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their black beenie
I'm like
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I you would
Test my tech, nigga, it loves to take out necks
And backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than smoking
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's a roach
Hit the left lane in one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna me up in a black
sack, and throw me over their back
But fuck
Why you I got extended clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I just miss, nigga

4x