Luyện nghe bài hát My Music

Dis dat def shit

my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school in the strip club
Make my music for the boyz the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Every time I do it, u just who I do it fo'
My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip
And fa my top thats block cruisin'
Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the music

And any club, any don't rock dis
I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the gates
They do wut they do and hustle at a top rate

Movin dem o's dey pension
We grind til we sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto niggaz and know how to keep it hood
I keep it Im'a gangsta u know just how I do it

Make my music for the with the O's
The old school in the strip club
Make my music for the with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Im the you can't say Im not
I keep keep purp like a crayon box
Aay, and got a nice whipped game and I lie
Shit I could cook on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can it go
If I can't move it then I'ma call yo
I let the from my gun spread
Sippin' hard while u on the corn bread

First I the mix
Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8
Yup, in my white tee so u I keep it white
And I keep green a traffic light

Make my music for the boyz the O's
The old school in the strip club

Yo pimpin', u know who it be its B.U.N to the b
One and one percent gangsta check my pedagree
Movin thru yo like a muthafuckin mayor
Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin

Im the king of the trill, got the streets in a lock
A head busta piece so heads up I keep the cocked
Sellin' mo yayo than u could in a bread box
And im'a on pushin even when the fed's flop

I the trill, I stand up fo the hood
Im holdin down the underground like a nigga should
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the trap holdin work keepin it
It dont

I make my for the ones servin' J's, servin' j's
The bitches in the club ass fo the pay, fo the pay
Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block
Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya

Thats gangsta I fo the thugz
And the bitches in the hood on erry type of
across the border from purp to the cola
I hustle spreewells fa three ten and molderz

Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple
Chopper in the trunk and keep one in the head son
B. un is out the test u wanna son
My motive is to kill a nigga shoot the chest boy

Make my music for the with the O's
The old school pro's in the club