Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

Yo, man, that, man
be on some real bullshit
Yo, I'll that nigga ass, get the fuck outta here
Yo, what the fuck is up,
Where the fuck you at, man?

Yo, man word is bond niggaz in here be
Niggaz can't get off that ol'
Word up, man, fuck that,

Yo, I'm sticky fuckin' fingaz, knahmsayin'?
Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch
And word is I want you to tell these motherfuckers
How we livin' Boss, 'em

Broke as a goddamn
Up in Detroit and once again I'm a few short
Couple of bucks, so fuck the rent
My share of that got spent on some Newports
So many motherfuckers is my new sport

I'm ready to and kill for a rap deal
Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we give a fuck
We shit of livin' shabby
Waited until my cash got then took a flight to Cali

Off the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Got into some shit befo' we even the hotel
Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get at the same time
'Cause niggaz steady throwin' up gang sign

No loot, no more palm trees, no calm breeze
But it's cool, bitches 'bout to slang ki's
So on my hip goes a pager, major
two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor

See a punk, kill a punk and we mug 'em quick
Out to get paid, motherfuck this shit
Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch no emotions
Tell 'em how the you livin', I'm livin like loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
Livin' loc'd, bitch get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
Livin' loc'd,

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggaz get
loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
And all the bitch ass can suck my dick

Buck, buck, I let the trigger loose
Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain't no duck duck goose
Haven't you of this murderous bitch crawlin' slow?
And puttin' to the head of my foes on the down low

'Cause all we got we tooken it
Got ourselves a buck and now we it, fuck footin' it
Cruisin' the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
to [Incomprehensible] spot
Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n

niggaz'll never drop the dirt
Do we're layin' on they back
Then actin' like we even fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep
Goddamn, what a bloody mess

Sleepin' on benches, turned us into bitches
We jumpin' fences from the through puddles and ditches
Goin' out, don't give a if I get smoked
Yo, at I'm goin' out loc'd

loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggaz get
Livin'

And for any bitch beefin' the Boss will have to put a
Ass full of my for fuckin' with the butchers
Fuck next, steppin' with gauge my hip, weapon
double m's for the 187
'Cause I'm but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
niggaz up like the motherfuckin' zig zag

Understand this bitch never [Incomprehensible]
Or catch two into chest with the Tec 9
'Cause ever the days of way back
I played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat

I fill gats, so how the fuck you figure,
Put you in range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
gangsta bitches just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, life loc'd

It's the motherfuckin'