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 can't with mine

(verse1)
(lynch)
If I was in the dark letting my nine spark
(d-dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers feel me yet
(lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got them tore up
As I smash of in a seven cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
the fuck you smoking on?
(lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
it's on
On 'til the come out
(d-dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(lynch)
I'ts the third strike
So now I'm up at your dome
'bout to make 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, the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a new dome
A criminal minded nigga 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 gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
rims
You see
With their neighborhood and their black carthart beenie
I'm like
As I through the hood and get up to no good
And I you would
my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More than chronic smoking
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in case one 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
sack, and throw me over their back
But fuck
Why you think I got extended
I'm so high, most of the time
I just miss, nigga

4x