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 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 nigga that 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 dome as the chronics got me
it's on
On 'til the slugs out
(d-dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(lynch)
the third strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your
'bout to make your brain and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm richard chase, mixed with al capone
If you want some shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, 'cause red rum time, nigga

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

4x