Luyện nghe bài hát Lions & Lambs

Time never for no man
it slow hand
Lions is all, we really no
Get split it up with my brohams.
When you go outside dont let the slam
let the door slam x3
When you go
(repeat)
Gracious I say a prayer for all of mine
for a fixin in these broken times
I let my anger my hunger pain
Plotting With my brother from another mother running things
rhyme table mission
cause rap aint paying off and no food in the kitchen
So I am gonna get p's with the elle with the smell that make the smokers go crazy Can you feel me like braille
politikn a move or two
so we can put on for the like they used to do
And all hos that didnt call me boo
or break their backs when they see the ... im through
cause they respect it when your major figures
throwing turkeys with the off of 18 wheelers
for the laws with the judges on call
shuck and jivin to get by this pistol in my drawers

Now who is that peeking in my
on crescendo
vibing to the sounds of the
king kong nintendo
i cant trust a soul niggas up their kin for
mamma and baby mothers
Grandfathers fathers and baby
Get find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing junkies hubbas

I the story how it be
Dont bring no in mine
Dont on what you see
call before you come
You get you dont know me
Leave wife at the door
Wash hands before you eat
Dont the game if it aint keeps
Be ready for the
better what you preach
You aint the stand up type then a seat
your blood is thicker than water but both them things

Them tattletales tell the of cars and clothes
of playa that holds for cameras and for hoes
gleam and glow under of lights in the club
with drinks that dirty and shots dubs
and people kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs
minus the sink, not talkin bout
about bass, you thinking bout sub
marine
they other hoes in your boat
the people that be people you know
the people that be people you owe
Time, now daddy aint around to hold them now
for the benz drawers and rims
instead of breaking even odds and ends
you doing 5 to 10 on the late
for in pools with great whites
they smell that dirty
no last train to london, or
life is more then carrots and cokes
on the low that tick is worth more