Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, trippin
got them new kicks that boy scottie pippin
still liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know im sippin
still a big
a straight killa'
still off that eighteen wheela'
betta', never ever ever
glass on my like that girl cinderella
hand on my
surf on the
lookin for a in a polo sweater
gets settled
straight the ghetto
say you comin homeboy i keep espedo
hillwood tx, not mexicans
'cept the one that got them two six engines
don't ask questions, don't answers
sittin at the bar cause im not a dancer
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple with the strawberry
or the cream
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug the fifth of october
servin that
its la vida
catch her at the club ima her then choke her
still a baller haulin, bought and i it
call it what you it, more brown bags than sonic
man im abra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
never been a
always married
to fuckin streets
stayin long 'till im
now ima swang, ima
i think im seein
wit my boy in the trunk watchin spurs
wit my princess
on twenty-two
when i sleep she say my trigger finger twitches
im and i believe in ghosts
so hos wanna be with the 'los
im on the motherfuckin weed that i smoke
ninety-five on my motherfuckin boat
ridin waves
chunkin up my
lobo call me up talkin 'bout he want a
crime sho
don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman
and it shakes, jumps and it brakes
white candy paint look the pearly gates
sellin my in fifty different states
fuck the radio you motherfuckers hate
but its all good, im a small hood
tie his ass up and bring him back to hillwood
in my levi's sag down to my
a t-shirt that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, live in the
just put on my baby's hairbrush
i fuck with the plus and not the
and i might just let my black bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

i tightin up my laces on my brand new
hug and kiss my babies then up my crazies
tryin to make it through day no easy
hate cause im on top like zz
young niggas think we out here playin games
'til one niggas lookin at the other niggas
laughed and you giggled bout the that i riddled
now we step in the rock hard and dick shriveled
hoppin in my '54 bomb
yes i pigs like them boys of islam
gone in the wind, not 'till the end
no more talk with my glock in the of my hand
at the mandolay
got a call shot two, the rest ran away
how the shit gets done in the deep south
im in watchin vargas knock a bitch out
ice glisten ballitician it down and dirty
to all my fuckin raza up in alberquerque
sign a bonus with ???? now my house is
niggas wanna do me but you bitches to me
my killers love makin haters bloody
actin buddy softer than silly putty
hang by a rope and gut 'em like you do a
and on his neck write this on a fuckin
bitch pissin in the wind what began has
blast my heat once 'em up then be done
im one in a catrillion, million
layin in my bed head from a brazilian
mama bitchin
still listen
im blowin with them boys from new edition
man im
ever fallin
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 ain't for this, listen

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

that's what im talkin
see ya
uh ya'll ain't for this

was kinda tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right