Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, niggaz get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
loc'd, motherfuckers

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

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

all we got we fuckin' tooken it
Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, fuck it
Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we weed
Down to spot
Cluckers kickin' in their 'n shit

'Cause never drop the dirt
Do we're layin' niggaz on they
Then actin' we never even fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a breath
Goddamn, a motherfuckin' bloody mess

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

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

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

And for any bitch beefin' the Boss will have to put a
Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the
next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Nine 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 [Incomprehensible] mine
Or catch two your chest with the Tec 9
ever since 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
When bitches just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked trey and forever, livin' life loc'd

It's the motherfuckin'