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 letting my nine
(d-dub)
in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
What the you smoking 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)
I'ts the third strike
So now I'm aiming up at dome
'bout to make brain 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 or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, 'cause red rum time, nigga

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(verse2)
Nigga, it's of indo-killafornia state of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend
In a 69
Wire
You see
With neighborhood flags and their black carthart beenie
I'm like
As I swoop 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
Loced out sherm, perm
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the left lane in one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some '89
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and throw me over back
But fuck
Why you think I got extended
'cause I'm so high, most of the
I just can't miss,

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