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

flippin, trippin
got new kicks from that boy scottie pippin
still weight liffin... off the chicken
and you hos already know what im
still a big
still a straight
unloadin' off that eighteen wheela'
nobody betta', never ever
glass on my 'lac like that girl
hand on my
on the netta
lookin for a shredder in a polo
beef settled
from the ghetto
say you comin back i keep espedo
hillwood tx, not many
'cept the one that got them two six hundred
don't ask questions, don't answers
sittin at the bar cause im not a good
its the day after, pray for me
mix a little purple the strawberry shasta
or the soda
rollin in the
motherfuckin thug the fifth of october
that coka
its la loca
catch her at the club ima slap her choke her
still a baller haulin, and i shot it
call it what you it, more brown bags than sonic
man im abra
struggler not a
bubbler not a
not a hastler
never a bachelor
always been
to fuckin streets
stayin long im buried
now ima swang, ima
i think im seein
wit my boy serge in the watchin spurs
wit my persian
on inches
when i sleep she say my trigger finger twitches
im superstitious and i in ghosts
so hos wanna be with the 'los
im on the motherfuckin weed that i smoke
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 that boy norman bates
rattles and it shakes, and it brakes
white candy paint like the pearly gates
sellin my in fifty different states
fuck the radio you motherfuckers hate
but its all good, im from a 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 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
nuh-uh ya'll ain't ready for
uh ain't ready for this, come on, you no ready for this

SPM

i up my laces on my brand new stacy's
hug and kiss my babies then up my crazies
to make it through another day no easy
motherfuckers hate cause im on top zz
young niggas we out here playin fuckin games
'til one niggas at the other niggas brains
laughed and you giggled the words that i riddled
now we step in the coffin rock hard and shriveled
hoppin along in my '54
yes i hate pigs like them boys of
gone in the wind, not 'till the end
no more talk my glock in the palm of my hand
at the mandolay
got a call shot two, the rest ran away
that's how the shit done in the deep south
im in vegas vargas knock a bitch out
ice glisten ballitician hold it down and
to all my fuckin raza up in alberquerque
sign a bonus with now my house is roomy
niggas wanna do me but you bitches to me
understand my killers love makin bloody
actin buddy buddy softer silly putty
hang by a rope and gut 'em like you do a
and on his neck write this on a note
bitch pissin in the wind what has begun
blast my heat once sweep 'em up then be
im one in a catrillion, million
layin in my bed head from a brazilian
mama still
gangstas still
im blowin weed with them from new edition
man im
never ever
to my lou my motherfuckin darlin
and it like...

(chorus)

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

so if you see 'em see 'em, go head 'em tell 'em
only music is my dope and i sell 'em 'em
or i slang 'em 'em
it don't matter what you it
my shit so hot up in the hood you record it
now some of ya'll niggas think my is so warm
cold me, you don't want none motherfucker
your whole crew ducka ducka
it when i pull out my nine milla placa
watcha, be careful cause my blood gets hotter
chunk that 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 that im that chedda
my belly stay full and my throat was never
????, meet me at the back stage letta
cause when we goin' go down to jamaica

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

that was kinda wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right