Luyện nghe bài hát Lights Off

Cut the off, nigga
(Cut 'em off)
You know time it is
(What?)
You what time it is
(What?)
Up

A lot of better move out
'Cause here I come with my
With the out
All of a all these cowards
Startin' to out

warfare, a buncha of niggas
'Bout to out
It's time to load up them
Hit the run in his house
And 'em show up them thangs

Take 'em in the room go in his
And then blow up his
No matter the
Rain, snow, sleet, or

I'ma slang metal, so tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
To get it
'Cause I'm the Mario
And we for whatever

Never underestimate or you goin'
Y'all on playin' with Lil Wayne
But that lil' boy trouble and dis shorty be full, wodie
Be scorin' bundles, dem start and
Hit the block and let his toys rumble and it go ratter

Ya be how niggaz scatter
When the M-1
And everybody on they
They get 'bout ten in bladder

Tell 'em off
on
Creep
life's gone
We done left the block

Tell 'em off
on
Creep
life's gone
We left the block quiet

La, when it's to ride, it ain't no time to play
It be time to die at any time of the day
And be goddammit if I let a nigga steel me
It not happen
fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em

And got my glocks rammin' leave a nigga damaged
how the beat made us
I three blunts, so I can get a head rush
Then come around the corner and your whole day

I'm sick and tired, niggas choosin' a boy
They get hit and die, some of 'em scared of
So they stay and watch they partner get lit up
And then they ask why, that's 'cause you wit' me

They couldn't have I'm a guerrilla
Drama stayed with me, run in his home to kill him
Took his head me
You better get it right or keep it or lose your whole town
em' lights off, it's about to go down

Tell 'em off
on
Creep
life's gone
We done the block quiet

'em lights off
on
Creep
life's gone
We done left the quiet

Massacre all these streets it off
Lil' in yo' hood
something like a rocket dog
And I'm ya

I don't pass
I at all
That boy got a head on his
I it off

I'm highly intoxicated krystelle and vodka
Somebody the doctor 'cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka
out the way, man
I'm sorry but us guerrillas we can't tamed, say it man

Are you ready,
Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and B they all there
We all flare, care, dog they all tear
Give the guns to the one with the hair

Dem burner, it gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
They breathe heavily, bullets they steadily
You better stay off the block 'cause you might
You better stay off the 'cause the lights off

'em lights off
on
Creep
Your gone
We left the block quiet

'em lights off
on
Creep
Your gone
We done the block quiet

Tell 'em off
on
Creep
life's gone
We done the block quiet

Tell 'em off
on
Creep
Your gone
We done the block quiet

off
Tell em' off
La, la, la off
Nigga, off
We done left the quiet