Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

uh, uhh pick up my a little bit
just a little man, just a little bit man, yo just a little bit dog, just a bit, yeah
ex-ho trippin... ohhh shit

flippin, trippin
got them new kicks from boy scottie pippin
still weight liffin... off the chicken
and you hos already know im sippin
a big dippa'
still a killa'
still off that eighteen wheela'
nobody betta', never ever
glass on my 'lac like girl cinderella
hand on my
surf on the
for a shredder in a polo sweater
beef settled
from the ghetto
say you comin back homeboy i keep
tx, not many mexicans
'cept the one that got them two six engines
ask questions, don't give answers
sittin at the bar cause im not a dancer
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple with the shasta
or the cream
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug the fifth of october
servin that
its la vida
catch her at the club ima slap her choke her
still a baller haulin, bought and i it
call it what you call it, more brown bags sonic
man im abra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
never been a
always been
to these fuckin
long 'till im buried
now ima swang, ima
i think im blurrs
wit my boy serge in the trunk watchin
wit my persian
on twenty-two
when i she say that my trigger finger twitches
im and i believe in ghosts
so hos wanna be with the 'los
im tweakin on the motherfuckin that i smoke
goin ninety-five on my motherfuckin
them waves
chunkin up my
call me up talkin 'bout he want a raise
crime sho
don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman
rattles and it shakes, and it brakes
candy paint look like the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in fifty states
fuck the radio cause you motherfuckers
but its all good, im from a hood
tie his ass up and bring him back to hillwood
in my levi's sag down to my
with a that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, live in the
put diamonds on my baby's hairbrush
i fuck with the and not the minus
and i might just let my nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

uhh ya'll ain't for this
nuh-uh ya'll ready for this
uh ya'll ready for this, come on, you no ready for this

SPM

i tightin up my on my brand new stacy's
hug and kiss my babies then up my crazies
tryin to make it another day no easy
motherfuckers cause im on top like zz
young think we out here playin fuckin games
'til one niggas lookin at the niggas brains
laughed and you giggled bout the words that i
now we step in the coffin rock hard and shriveled
hoppin in my '54 bomb
yes i hate pigs like boys of islam
gone in the wind, not long the end
no talk with my glock in the palm of my hand
alize at the
got a call shot two, the rest ran away
that's how the shit gets in the deep south
im in watchin vargas knock a bitch out
ice glisten hold it down and dirty
peace to all my fuckin raza up in
sign a bonus with ???? now my is roomy
niggas wanna do me but you nothin to me
understand my killers makin haters bloody
actin buddy softer than silly putty
by a rope and gut 'em like you do a goat
and on his write this on a fuckin note
bitch pissin in the wind what began has
blast my once sweep 'em up then be done
im one in a catrillion, million
in my bed gettin head from a brazilian
mama bitchin
still listen
im blowin weed with them boys new edition
man im
never ever
skip to my lou my motherfuckin
and it like...

(chorus)

uh ya'll ready for this
ya'll ain't ready for
uh ya'll ain't ready for
nuh-uh ya'll ready for this, listen

so if you see 'em see 'em, go tell 'em tell 'em
only music is my dope and i sell 'em 'em
or i slang 'em 'em
it don't matter you call it
my shit so hot up in the you better record it
now some of ya'll think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you want none motherfucker
have your crew ducka ducka
it happens when i pull out my milla placa
nigga watcha, be careful cause my blood gets
that bullit out my gun than stoppa
remember i used to be a mic wrecker
but by the grace of your way i to be the mic checker
now its betta, now im makin that chedda
my belly stay full and my was never wetta
every ????, meet me at the stage letta
cause ???? we goin' go down to jamaica

that's im talkin about
see ya
uh ain't ready for this

that was tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he yeah