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 is up, bitch?
Where the fuck you at, man?

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

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

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

I'm ready to blast and for a rap deal
Fuck the and the gas bill, we don't give a fuck
We sickin' shit of livin'
Waited my cash got right then took a flight to Cali

Off the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Got into some shit befo' we even reached the
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 cool, deez bitches 'bout to slang ki's
So on my hip goes a pager, major
It's two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta

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 fuck you livin', I'm livin like

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

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

Buck, buck, then I let the loose
better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose
Haven't you heard of murderous bitch crawlin' slow?
And lead 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 weed
Down to [Incomprehensible]
kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit

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

Sleepin' on benches, turned us into bitches
We jumpin' fences from the feds through and ditches
Goin' out, give a fuck if I get smoked
Yo, at least I'm goin' out

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

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

And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss 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 never [Incomprehensible] mine
Or catch two into your chest the Tec 9
'Cause ever since the days of way
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 from the trigga, nigga
When gangsta just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine and forever, livin' life loc'd

It's the motherfuckin'