Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

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

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

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

as a goddamn joke
Up in and once again I'm just a few short
Couple of hundred bucks, so 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 give a fuck
We sickin' shit of shabby
Waited until my got right then took a flight to Cali

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

No loot, no more trees, no more calm breeze
But it's cool, deez bitches 'bout to slang
So on my hip a pager, [Incomprehensible] major
two bad behavior 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 nothin' to a with no emotions
Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm livin loc'd

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

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggaz get
Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
And all the bitch ass can suck 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 puttin' lead to the of my foes on the down low

'Cause all we got we fuckin' it
Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, footin' it
Cruisin' the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
to [Incomprehensible] spot
Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n

'Cause never drop the dirt
Do we're niggaz on they back
Then actin' we never even fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, a deep breath
Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' mess

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

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

loc'd, livin', 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' up like the motherfuckin' zig zag

Understand this never [Incomprehensible] mine
Or two into your chest with the Tec 9
'Cause ever since the 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 range 'til you feel pain the trigga, nigga
When gangsta bitches just cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, life loc'd

the motherfuckin' Boss