Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, ex-ho
got new kicks from that boy scottie pippin
still liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already what im sippin
still a big
a straight killa'
still off that eighteen wheela'
betta', never 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 homeboy i keep
tx, not many mexicans
'cept the one that got them two six hundred
ask questions, don't give answers
sittin at the bar cause im not a good
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little with the strawberry shasta
or the cream
rollin in the
motherfuckin thug born the of october
that coka
its la vida
catch her at the club ima slap her choke her
a baller haulin, bought and i shot it
call it what you call it, more brown bags sonic
man im cadabra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
been a bachelor
always been
to fuckin streets
stayin 'till im buried
now ima swang, ima
i think im blurrs
wit my boy in the trunk watchin spurs
wit my princess
on twenty-two
when i she say that 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 them
chunkin up my
lobo call me up 'bout he want a raise
crime sho
don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman
rattles and it shakes, jumps and it
white candy paint like the pearly gates
sellin my in fifty different states
fuck the radio cause you hate
but its all good, im from a small
tie his ass up and bring him back to hillwood
in my levi's sag down to my
with a t-shirt say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, live in the
just put on my baby's hairbrush
i fuck with the plus and not the
and i might let my black nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

i tightin up my on my brand new stacy's
hug and kiss my babies then call up my
tryin to make it another day no easy
hate 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 that i
now we in the coffin rock hard and dick shriveled
hoppin along in my '54
yes i hate pigs like them of islam
gone in the wind, not 'till the end
no more with my glock in the palm of my hand
at the mandolay
got a call they two, the rest ran away
that's how the shit gets in the deep south
im in vegas watchin knock a bitch out
ice ballitician hold it down and dirty
peace to all my fuckin up in alberquerque
sign a bonus with ???? now my house is
niggas wanna do me but you nothin to me
understand my killers love makin haters
actin buddy buddy softer silly putty
hang by a rope and gut 'em like you do a
and on his neck write on a fuckin note
bitch in the wind what began has begun
blast my once sweep 'em up then be done
im one in a catrillion, million
layin in my bed gettin from a brazilian
mama still
gangstas listen
im blowin weed with them from new edition
man im
never fallin
skip to my lou my darlin
and it like...

(chorus)

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

so if you see 'em see 'em, go head tell 'em 'em
only 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 think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you don't want none
have your whole crew ducka
it happens when i out my nine milla placa
nigga watcha, be careful my blood gets hotter
chunk bullit out my gun than stoppa
remember when i to be a mic wrecker
but by the grace of your way i come to be the mic
now its betta, now that im makin chedda
my belly stay full and my throat was never
every ????, me at the back stage letta
cause when we goin' go down to jamaica

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

that was tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right