Luyện nghe bài hát Lights Off

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

A lot of niggas better out
'Cause here I come my click
With the out
All of a sudden all these
to spook out

It's warfare, a buncha of
to loose out
It's time to load up them
Hit the spot run in his
And make 'em show up them

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

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

underestimate or you goin' under
Y'all on playin' with Lil Wayne
But that lil' boy and plus dis shorty be full, wodie
Be bundles, dem start wildin' and
Hit the block and let his rumble and it go ratter tatter

Ya be surprised how scatter
the M-1 shatter
And everybody on block
get 'bout ten in they bladder

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

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

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

And got my glocks rammin' leave a spot damaged
That's how the beat us
I chief blunts, so I can get a head rush
come around the corner and your whole day crush

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

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

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

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

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

I pass beef
I at all
That boy got a head on his
I it off

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

Are you ready,
Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and B Geezy all there
We all flare, don't care, dog they all
Give the to the one with the long hair

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

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

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

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

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

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