Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

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

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

as a goddamn joke
Up in Detroit and again I'm just a few short
of hundred bucks, so fuck the rent
My share of that got spent on some Newports
So yankin' 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 give a
We sickin' shit of livin'
until 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
Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the time
'Cause niggaz steady up they gang sign

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause all we got we tooken 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 drop the dirt
Do we're layin' on they back
Then actin' we never even fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in chest, take a deep breath
Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' bloody

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

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

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

And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss have to put a
Ass of my foot 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' fifty
Rollin' up like the motherfuckin' zig zag

Understand this bitch never [Incomprehensible]
Or catch two into your with the Tec 9
'Cause ever since the days of way
I played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat

I gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga
Put you in kill range you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
When gangsta bitches can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine and forever, livin' life loc'd

It's the Boss