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 bit dog, just a little bit, yeah
ex-ho trippin... ohhh shit

flippin, ex-ho
got them new from that boy scottie pippin
still liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know what im
still a big
a straight killa'
still unloadin' off that eighteen
nobody betta', never ever
glass on my 'lac like that girl
on my 'retta
surf on the
for a shredder in a polo sweater
beef gets
from the ghetto
say you back homeboy i keep espedo
tx, not many mexicans
'cept the one that got them two six hundred
don't ask questions, give answers
sittin at the bar cause im not a good
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple the strawberry shasta
or the cream
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug born the of october
servin coka
its la loca
catch her at the club ima slap her then her
still a baller haulin, and i shot it
call it what you call it, more brown bags sonic
man im cadabra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
been a bachelor
always been
to these fuckin
long 'till im buried
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 that my finger twitches
im superstitious and i in ghosts
so many hos wanna be the 'los
im tweakin on the motherfuckin weed that i
goin ninety-five on my motherfuckin
ridin waves
chunkin up my
lobo call me up talkin 'bout he a raise
sho pays
don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy bates
and it shakes, jumps and it brakes
white candy paint look the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in different states
fuck the radio cause you hate
but its all good, im from a small
tie his bitch ass up and bring him to hillwood
in my levi's sag down to my
with a that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, live in the
just put diamonds on my baby's
i fuck with the plus and not the
and i just let my black nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

i tightin up my laces on my new stacy's
hug and my babies then call up my crazies
tryin to make it another day no easy
motherfuckers hate cause im on top zz
young niggas think we out here playin games
'til one niggas lookin at the niggas brains
laughed and you giggled bout the that i riddled
now we step in the coffin hard and dick shriveled
along in my '54 bomb
yes i hate like them boys of islam
in the wind, not long 'till the end
no more with my glock in the palm of my hand
alize at the
got a call they shot two, the rest ran
that's how the shit gets done in the deep
im in vegas watchin knock a bitch out
ice glisten ballitician it down and dirty
peace to all my fuckin raza up in
sign a with ???? now my house is roomy
niggas do me but you bitches nothin to me
my killers love makin haters bloody
actin buddy buddy softer silly putty
hang by a rope and gut 'em like you do a
and on his neck write on a fuckin note
bitch in the wind what began has begun
blast my heat once sweep 'em up be done
im one in a catrillion, million
layin in my bed gettin head from a
mama still
gangstas listen
im blowin weed them boys from new edition
man im
ever fallin
skip to my lou my darlin
and it like...

(chorus)

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

so if you see 'em see 'em, go head 'em tell 'em
music is my dope and i sell 'em sell 'em
or i slang 'em 'em
it don't what you call it
my shit so hot up in the you better record it
now of ya'll niggas think my heart is so warm
motherfucker me, you don't want none motherfucker
have your crew ducka ducka
it happens when i out my nine milla placa
nigga watcha, be cause my blood gets hotter
chunk that bullit out my gun 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 full and my throat was never wetta
????, meet me at the back stage letta
cause when ???? we goin' go down to

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

was kinda tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right