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 can't with mine

(verse1)
(lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine
(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 deuce cut, you your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
What the fuck you on?
(lynch)
All as the chronics got me gone
it's on
On 'til the come out
(d-dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(lynch)
the third strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at dome
'bout to make your split and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm like chase, mixed with al capone
If you want some shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga gots tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, 'cause it's red rum time,

4x

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

4x