Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, ex-ho
got them new kicks from that boy pippin
weight liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know im sippin
still a big
still a straight
unloadin' off that 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
straight from the
say you comin back homeboy i espedo
hillwood tx, not many
'cept the one got them two six hundred engines
don't ask questions, give answers
sittin at the bar im not a good dancer
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple the strawberry shasta
or the soda
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug born the of october
servin coka
its la vida
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 abra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
been a bachelor
always married
to these fuckin
stayin long im buried
now ima swang, ima
i think im blurrs
wit my boy serge in the watchin spurs
wit my princess
on twenty-two
when i sleep she say my trigger finger twitches
im and i believe in ghosts
so many hos be with the 'los
im tweakin on the motherfuckin weed i smoke
goin ninety-five on my motherfuckin
ridin them
chunkin up my
lobo call me up 'bout he want a raise
crime sho
do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman bates
rattles and it shakes, and it brakes
candy paint look like the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in different states
fuck the radio cause you motherfuckers
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, live in the
put diamonds on my baby's hairbrush
i with the plus and not the minus
and i might just let my black nine
and it like...

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

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

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

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

was kinda tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right