Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

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

Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' fuckin' fingaz, knahmsayin'?
that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss
And word is bond I want you to 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 shit got spent on Newports
So yankin' many motherfuckers is my new

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

Off the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Got into some befo' we even reached the hotel
Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same
'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 a pager, [Incomprehensible] major
two bad behavior bitches that 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 with no
'em how the fuck you livin', I'm livin like loc'd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understand this bitch never mine
Or two into your chest 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 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
When bitches just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd

the motherfuckin' Boss