Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, ex-ho
got them new kicks from that boy scottie
weight liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know im sippin
a big dippa'
still a straight
still unloadin' off eighteen wheela'
nobody betta', never ever
glass on my 'lac like that girl
on my 'retta
surf on the
lookin for a shredder in a polo
beef gets
from the ghetto
say you comin back homeboy i keep
hillwood tx, not many
'cept the one that got them two six hundred
don't ask questions, don't give
at the bar cause im not a good dancer
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple the strawberry shasta
or the soda
rollin in the
motherfuckin thug born the of october
servin coka
its la vida
her at the club ima slap her then choke her
still a baller haulin, and i shot it
call it what you call it, more brown than sonic
man im cadabra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
never been a
been married
to these fuckin
long 'till im buried
now ima swang, ima
i im seein blurrs
wit my boy in the trunk watchin spurs
wit my princess
on inches
when i she say that my trigger finger twitches
im and i believe in ghosts
so many hos wanna be the 'los
im tweakin on the weed that i smoke
ninety-five on my motherfuckin boat
ridin them
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
white candy paint like the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in fifty states
the radio cause you motherfuckers hate
but its all good, im from a small
tie his bitch ass up and bring him back to
in my levi's sag down to my
with a that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, in the rush
just put on my baby's hairbrush
i with the plus and not the minus
and i might just let my black bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

i up my laces on my brand new stacy's
hug and kiss my babies call up my crazies
tryin to make it through another day no
motherfuckers hate cause im on top zz
niggas think we out here playin fuckin games
'til one niggas lookin at the other niggas
and you giggled bout the words that i riddled
now we step in the coffin rock hard and dick
along in my '54 bomb
yes i hate like them boys of islam
in the wind, not long 'till the end
no more talk with my in the palm of my hand
at the mandolay
got a they shot two, the rest ran away
that's how the shit done in the deep south
im in vegas watchin knock a bitch out
ice glisten ballitician hold it down and
peace to all my raza up in alberquerque
sign a bonus ???? now my house is roomy
niggas wanna do me but you bitches to me
my killers love makin haters bloody
actin buddy buddy than silly putty
by a rope and gut 'em like you do a goat
and on his neck this on a fuckin note
bitch pissin in the wind began has begun
blast my heat once sweep 'em up be done
im one in a catrillion, motherfuckin
in my bed gettin head from a brazilian
mama bitchin
gangstas still
im blowin weed with them boys new edition
man im
ever fallin
skip to my lou my motherfuckin
and it like...

(chorus)

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

so if you see 'em see 'em, go head 'em tell 'em
only music is my dope and i 'em sell 'em
or i 'em slang 'em
it don't what you call it
my shit so hot up in the hood you record it
now some of niggas think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you don't want motherfucker
have your whole ducka ducka
it happens when i out my nine milla placa
nigga watcha, be careful cause my blood gets
chunk that bullit out my gun stoppa
when i used to be a mic wrecker
but by the of your way i come to be the mic checker
now its betta, now that im that chedda
my belly stay and my throat was never wetta
every ????, meet me at the back stage
when ???? we goin' go down to jamaica

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

that was tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he yeah