Luyện nghe bài hát Lights Off

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

A lot of better move out
'Cause here I come my click
the tools 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 make 'em show up thangs

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

slang that metal, so tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
To get it
'Cause I'm the Tolas
And we down for

underestimate or you goin' under
Y'all keep on 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 niggaz
the M-1 shatter
And everybody on they
They get 'bout ten in bladder

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

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

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

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

I'm sick and tired, niggas test a boy
They get hit and die, of 'em scared of manslaughter
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 known I'm a
stayed with me, run in his home went to kill him
Took his head me
You better get it right or it right or lose your whole town
Tell em' lights off, about to go down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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