Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, trippin
got them new kicks from boy scottie pippin
still weight liffin... skin off the
and you hos know what im sippin
a big dippa'
still a killa'
still unloadin' off that eighteen
nobody betta', ever ever
glass on my 'lac that girl cinderella
hand on my
on the netta
lookin for a in a polo sweater
beef gets
straight from the
say you comin back i keep espedo
hillwood tx, not mexicans
the one that 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, pray for me
mix a little with the strawberry shasta
or the soda
rollin in the
thug born the fifth of october
servin that
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 bags than
man im cadabra
not a straggler
bubbler not a
hustler not a
been a bachelor
always been
to fuckin streets
stayin long im buried
now ima swang, ima
i im seein blurrs
wit my boy serge in the trunk spurs
wit my persian
on inches
when i sleep she say my trigger finger twitches
im superstitious and i believe in
so many hos wanna be with the
im tweakin on the motherfuckin weed that i
goin ninety-five on my boat
ridin them
chunkin up my
lobo call me up talkin 'bout he a raise
sho pays
don't do braids, keep a low cut that boy norman bates
rattles and it shakes, jumps and it
white candy paint look the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in fifty different
fuck the cause you motherfuckers hate
but its all good, im from a small
tie his bitch ass up and bring him to hillwood
in my levi's sag to my lugs
with a that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, in the rush
just put on my baby's hairbrush
i fuck with the and not the minus
and i might just let my nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

uhh ain't ready for this
nuh-uh ya'll 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 call up my
tryin to make it through day no easy
motherfuckers hate im on top like zz
young niggas think we out here fuckin games
'til one niggas at the other niggas brains
laughed and you bout the words that i riddled
now we step in the coffin hard and dick shriveled
along in my '54 bomb
yes i hate pigs like boys of islam
gone in the wind, not long the end
no more talk with my in the palm of my hand
alize at the
got a call they shot two, the ran away
how the shit gets done in the deep south
im in vegas vargas knock a bitch out
ice ballitician hold 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
my killers love makin haters bloody
actin buddy buddy than silly putty
hang by a rope and gut 'em like you do a
and on his neck write on a fuckin note
bitch pissin in the wind what has begun
blast my heat sweep 'em up then be done
im one in a catrillion, million
layin in my bed gettin head a brazilian
mama bitchin
gangstas still
im blowin weed with them boys new edition
man im
never fallin
skip to my lou my darlin
and it like...

(chorus)

uh ain't ready for this
ya'll ain't for this
uh ya'll ready for this
nuh-uh ain't 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 'em slang 'em
it don't matter you call it
my shit so hot up in the hood you better 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 hotter
chunk that bullit out my gun stoppa
when 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 full and my was never wetta
every ????, me at the back stage letta
cause when ???? we go down to jamaica

what im talkin about
see ya
uh ya'll ready for this

that was tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he yeah