Luyện nghe bài hát Lights Off

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

A lot of niggas better out
'Cause here I come with my
the tools out
All of a sudden all these
Startin' to out

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

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

I'ma slang that metal, so '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 playin' Lil Wayne
But lil' boy trouble and plus dis shorty be full, wodie
Be scorin' bundles, dem wildin' and
Hit the and let his toys rumble and it go ratter tatter

Ya be surprised how niggaz
When the M-1
And on they block
They get 'bout ten in they

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Massacre all these block it off
Lil' Wayne in yo'
With something 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 highly intoxicated krystelle and vodka
Somebody call the doctor 'cause my done went blocka, knocka
out the way, man
I'm sorry but us guerrillas we stay tamed, say it man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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