Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

Yo, man word is bond niggaz in here be
Niggaz can't get off ol' bullshit
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 Boss, tell 'em

Broke as a joke
Up in Detroit and once again I'm a few short
Couple of bucks, so fuck the rent
My share of that shit got on some Newports
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 sickin' shit of shabby
Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understand bitch never [Incomprehensible] mine
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 kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga,
When gangsta bitches just can't
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine and forever, livin' life loc'd

the motherfuckin' Boss