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 you can't fuck with mine

(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
about
(d-dub and lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
Nigga 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 your brain split and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm like richard chase, mixed al capone
If you want some ripgut nigga
Yeah, I got it
So to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a new dome
A minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So to the east side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

4x

(verse2)
Nigga, that-sac of indo-killafornia state of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend
In a 69
Wire
You see
their neighborhood flags and their black 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
More smoke than smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
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 niggas wanna throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and me over their back
But that
Why you I got extended clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss,

4x