Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

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

Nigga I'ma tell ya off the bat
I got a mac in this bag 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back of yo' 'Lac
in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life them bars
To dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these streets
I got my block on fire with my
Spinnin' in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and
Got the whole block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown
If a nigga get it fucked, we killin' a bitch

Nigga I'ma tell ya this, off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide
'cause if you hot, then I'm hot, ride nigga
Look, tell you this, straight 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
Better pay now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I all of the paper
make 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
Make me run up in ya and pop ya daddy
Got bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night
Supply the raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot
Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin'
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, boulders
I it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to the reverend
You see me on the with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's me

[Lil
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in 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, won't leave, without some up in ya
Niggas can't me down, wodie wild
'cause all that they can hear is loud and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up knife
See the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, I'm all song
But yall gon' twist it and end up all
cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't get ya everywhere
start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere

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