Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

Yo, man word is bond niggaz in here be
Niggaz get off that ol' bullshit
Word up, man, that, knahmsayin'?

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

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

I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap
Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't a fuck
We sickin' shit of 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
Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the time
'Cause niggaz steady throwin' up they gang

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

See a punk, a punk and then we mug 'em quick
Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin'
nothin' to a bitch with no emotions
Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm like loc'd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understand this bitch [Incomprehensible] mine
Or two into 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 you figure, nigga
Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga,
When gangsta bitches can't cope
Niggaz are smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd

It's the motherfuckin'