Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

Yo, man, that, man
be on some real bullshit
Yo, I'll bust that 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 that ol'
Word up, man, that, knahmsayin'?

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

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

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

Off into the night, me and Dee up mo' hell
Got some shit befo' we even reached the hotel
the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time
'Cause niggaz steady 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, [Incomprehensible]
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 strugglin' shit
Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch with no
Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm like loc'd

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

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
Livin' loc'd, 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
Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck goose
Haven't you heard of this murderous bitch crawlin'
And puttin' to the head of my foes on the down low

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

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

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

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

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 of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers
next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Nine m's for the 187
I'm nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
Rollin' up like the motherfuckin' zig zag

Understand this bitch [Incomprehensible] mine
Or catch two into your chest 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 range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
When gangsta just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine and forever, livin' life loc'd

It's the Boss