Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, ex-ho
got them new kicks from that boy pippin
weight liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know what im
a big dippa'
still a killa'
still unloadin' off that eighteen
nobody betta', never ever
glass on my 'lac that girl cinderella
on my 'retta
surf on the
lookin for a in a polo sweater
beef settled
straight from the
say you back homeboy i keep espedo
tx, not many mexicans
'cept the one that got them two six engines
don't ask questions, give answers
sittin at the bar cause im not a dancer
its the day after, pray for me
mix a purple with the strawberry shasta
or the cream
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug born the of october
servin coka
its la vida
catch her at the club ima slap her 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
never 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 twenty-two
when i sleep she say that my trigger finger
im and i believe in ghosts
so many hos wanna be the 'los
im tweakin on the motherfuckin weed i smoke
goin ninety-five on my boat
ridin them
up my tres
lobo me up talkin 'bout he want a raise
crime sho
don't do braids, 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 fifty 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 to my lugs
a t-shirt that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, in the rush
just put diamonds on my baby's
i fuck the plus and not the minus
and i might just let my nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

i tightin up my on my brand new stacy's
hug and kiss my babies call up my crazies
tryin to make it another day no easy
motherfuckers hate im on top like zz
young niggas think we out playin fuckin games
'til one lookin at the other niggas brains
laughed and you bout the words that i riddled
now we step in the coffin rock hard and dick
hoppin in my '54 bomb
yes i hate pigs them boys of islam
gone in the wind, not long the end
no more talk my glock in the palm of my hand
at the mandolay
got a call they two, the rest ran away
how the shit gets done in the deep south
im in vegas watchin vargas a bitch out
ice glisten ballitician it down and dirty
peace to all my raza up in alberquerque
a bonus with ???? now my house is roomy
niggas do me but you bitches nothin to me
understand my killers love haters bloody
actin buddy softer than silly putty
by a rope and gut 'em like you do a goat
and on his neck write this on a fuckin
bitch pissin in the wind what began has
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 with them boys from new
man im
ever fallin
skip to my lou my darlin
and it like...

(chorus)

uh ya'll ain't ready for
ya'll 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
music is my dope and i sell 'em sell 'em
or i slang 'em 'em
it matter what you call it
my so hot up in the hood you better record it
now some of ya'll niggas my heart is so warm
motherfucker me, you don't want none motherfucker
have whole crew ducka ducka
it happens when i pull out my nine placa
watcha, be careful cause my blood gets hotter
chunk bullit out my gun than stoppa
remember when i used to be a mic
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 throat was never
every ????, meet me at the back stage
cause when ???? we goin' go to jamaica

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

that was kinda wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right