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 fuck with

(verse1)
(lynch)
If I was standing in the dark 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 of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
the fuck 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 red rum so tight
(lynch)
I'ts the third strike
So now I'm aiming up at your
'bout to make brain split and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm like richard chase, mixed with al
If you want some ripgut 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 that tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, it's red rum time, nigga

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(verse2)
Nigga, it's that-sac of indo-killafornia of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their carthart beenie
I'm genie
As I swoop through the and get up to no good
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
smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one 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 throw me up in a
Leather sack, and throw me over their
But that
Why you think I got clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I just miss, nigga

4x