Luyện nghe bài hát Legal Dope Compilation

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I to lose
Fuck 22's
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)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might me yet
(lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers up
As I of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
about
(d-dub and lynch)
What the fuck you on?
(lynch)
All as the chronics got me gone
it's on
On the slugs come out
(d-dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(lynch)
I'ts the third nigga
So now I'm aiming up at dome
'bout to make your split and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm richard chase, mixed with al capone
If you want some ripgut shit
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech
And say the alphabet backwards fast or you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his
So to the east side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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(verse2)
Nigga, it's that-sac of state of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
their neighborhood flags and their black carthart beenie
I'm genie
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke chronic smoking
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times
I got, 5 and some '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 extended
I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss,

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