Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

It's nigga. Believe it.
You Fuck 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 of crack
And I'ma sit in the back of yo' 'Lac
in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I cars and broads
I done ordered hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these streets
I got my block on fire my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop double r
a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can me
Right up in hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin loaded and smokin'
know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, we killin' a bitch

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

[Lil
Better pay attention now so you don't forget
I run the damn block, I all of the paper
Don't me take ya, play ya
I the glock and spray ya
it a caper, won't 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 them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be
I cook it hard and cut 'em in and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night
Supply the white raw, if 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, breakin'
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers
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 screamin' and sounds
They show me how to cook that and rock that white
No school, put book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all
But yall twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not
I pop of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya
I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya

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