Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

uh, uhh pick up my voice a 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 boy scottie pippin
weight liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already what im sippin
a big dippa'
still a killa'
still unloadin' off eighteen wheela'
betta', never ever ever
glass on my 'lac like that girl
hand on my
surf on the
lookin for a shredder in a sweater
beef settled
from the ghetto
say you comin back homeboy i keep
hillwood tx, not many
'cept the one that got two six hundred engines
don't ask questions, don't answers
at the bar cause im not a good dancer
its the day after, pray for me
mix a little purple with the strawberry
or the cream
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug born the fifth of
that coka
its la vida
her at the club ima slap her then choke her
still a haulin, bought and i shot it
call it you call it, more brown bags than sonic
man im abra
not a straggler
bubbler not a
hustler not a
been a bachelor
always married
to fuckin streets
stayin long 'till im
now ima swang, ima
i think im blurrs
wit my boy serge in the watchin spurs
wit my princess
on inches
when i sleep she say my trigger finger twitches
im superstitious and i in ghosts
so many hos be with the 'los
im on the motherfuckin weed that i smoke
goin ninety-five on my boat
ridin them
chunkin up my
lobo me up talkin 'bout he want a raise
sho pays
don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman
and it shakes, jumps and it brakes
white candy paint like the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in fifty states
fuck the cause you motherfuckers hate
but its all good, im a small hood
tie his bitch ass up and 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 diamonds on my baby's
i fuck with the and not the minus
and i might just let my black nine
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

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

(chorus)

uh ya'll ain't ready for
ya'll ain't ready for
uh ya'll ready for this
nuh-uh ya'll ready 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 what you it
my shit so hot up in the hood you better it
now of ya'll niggas think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you don't want motherfucker
your whole crew ducka ducka
it happens when i pull out my nine placa
nigga watcha, be careful cause my gets hotter
chunk that 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 that im makin that
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

that was kinda wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right