Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

Yo, man word is niggaz in here be frontin'
can't get off that ol' bullshit
Word up, man, that, knahmsayin'?

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

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

I'm to blast and kill for a rap deal
Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't a fuck
We shit of livin' shabby
Waited until my cash got right then a flight to Cali

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

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

See a punk, kill a punk and we mug 'em quick
Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin'
Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch 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', loc'd
loc'd, motherfuckers

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

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

'Cause all we got we fuckin' it
Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, footin' it
Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' 'cause we blaze weed
Down to [Incomprehensible]
Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n

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

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

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

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

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

Understand this never [Incomprehensible] mine
Or catch two into your with the Tec 9
'Cause 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,
gangsta bitches just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine and forever, livin' life loc'd

the motherfuckin' Boss