Luyện nghe bài hát Pills

[Mac Is you rollin [x3]
[Gucci:] Bitch I be [x3]
[Mac Girl he geeked up [x3]
[Gucci:] Bitch I be [x3]
Yeeaaaaahhh!

1:]
East Atlanta slum man is I come from
that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was til your bitch came in
Bout the same that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a body
Im geeked up thinkin this The Body
Aint your name lil Trina you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where I'm
On two eighty five I keep in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really
to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next you know I was throwin rubberbands

2:]
Shawty tellin me she aint suck no dick
Neva a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I gonna get upset right now
But I I had a lie detector test right now
You say you well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband aint Icy me
She on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man and dem jore ass jeans
I pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
Imma the shit in East baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two thats three
Aint no waffle house baby hell I eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so
Wearin doces in the cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on thang let you see my seats
been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks

3:]
Gucci Mane ? get your mind right
Or a by the twelve like a case of budlight
a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the on a all night flight
Im high Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go my name E-40
A rich star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
Ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly
two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty pillz man I'm so real
Three for a pill thats a damn good deal

Ay wassup Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.

Shit well baby I be. But got damn what is you doin.
You jockin a playa. You ova here right.
I aint K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum.
What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the shit you got on you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight.
Imma give you hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin.
Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how that.
And is you is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, I might be,
Bitch I might be, I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH