Luyện nghe bài hát Lutunza

* - originally appeared on as "Lutunza Hit"

Let's get money for real.
It's time to get baby.
Lutunza. All shit.
For real. planned gains.
don't want no money. For real.
Shit is real in the out here.
Yeah.

When iron spit, cats fold, get their life froze
Model hit, stallion, medallion, Castro
Cigars lit, sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick?
Heist 20th century glock, with own clip
along things, storm rip
Spots, the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?
fall quick, project legacy involved with
Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm
Operate extortion on some shit, faggot catch snitched
Yo, tell him happened, haven't been found since
Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound
Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of ditch
Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's
Two lies, cry, innocent die, is undivided
got you cryin when homicide hit
Look niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him

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Ain't no surprise, the funds at? Lutunza hit
or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants
Thought he used his head, but he
Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his
Eight thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich
Found dead, stallion head in your whip
Tote, heist 20th glock, guns and clips
Run shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit

So, what's the chemistry, who ran in spot, plannin your plot?
Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, me the glock
Hundred inside a shoebox, his man did drop
Some weed, who popped? You scared money stinged with a two shot
Dirty cash shinin' next day, women get new
Flashin' big heads, Hermy in bangin' Tupac
He lay up the wiz because it's too hot
How the them pussies try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop?
?Preparation verbalhands?, they want they butt
He must've a mad man, only really thugs come at ya, shoot ya
Chase your bitch up off the up in a ?soup-up?
M.I.A. chick found missin' in action, no clue, what?
And still the beef been over too months, to gain meal, you front
Ones that snitch, tongues get split, the clip, news at six
For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at your click, hit

Fear type watch eyes that guys, wasn't smart, why?
your clip in your slot time
Specialize a sale of hot nines
State is ill, surely pumpin on ?
Locked in a frontline, 'cause he was a fiend for
Bang Gay CD let's get it on, makin a wretch cry
Bitches that he dated dead fly
His ugly chick said he was hungry off lu-chi
way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so surprised
Should of seen how he flinched when he got
him to the safe and called told him ?clap ties?
One of his mans was throwin up he panicked, slug in his left eye
Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat
Escapin with the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's
Amateurs and shit, matchin in death, for funds and bricks
was rich, lutunza hit