Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

It's gravy nigga. it.
You hot? it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in bag.
(click clock) What you Glock. (Look)

Nigga I'ma ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo'
in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and
I done ordered plenty hits and heads come off
And I done saw my get life behind them bars
To dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in city streets
I got my block on with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em
And you can me
up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we a bitch

Nigga I'ma tell ya this, off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 of crack
let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride
Look, I'ma tell you this, off the top
I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of
Let's go nigga, slide nigga
If you hot, I'm hot, let's ride nigga

[Lil
pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't me take ya, play ya
I cock the and spray ya
Call it a caper, be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the gauges, they and ready
me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the be gone
Then I hit a to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya off
Lock the down
it young nigga, I'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, boulders
I take it out my and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, practically me

[Lil
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put in mom's muffler
You can't even count how times the 9's bust at ya
of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas hold me down, wodie wild
'cause all that they can hear is loud and explosive sounds
They show me how to that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I to be on tour
I'd rather be on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all
But yall gon' twist it and end up all
cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya

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[Baby till end]