Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird gang Club
Tryin' to at you shorty
One focus, one only
to hit that thang, let's go

We make in the studio nightly
We out to get this money
We take trips in the in jet planes
To climates where sunny

We got mami on the floor
Grindin' to the beat, off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the on the donkey

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to balla
You can play hard, under I'm stoned
We playin' tight D, I'm in the like a G
Some say they gangstas but they like me

Came from an environment, I was firin'
hit the dealers see the range I was buyin'
Don't test drive like a whole whip you should
up pies, a whole whip that you should

Then the proceeds, waist about four G's
Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and
I'm to get the dame to breeze
But she putting up a fight like Ali

I told the lady be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V
Middle name 40 on the
Last you can't afford me bitch
Get a bitch

We make hits in the studio
We out trying to get this
We trips in the winter in jet planes
To where it's sunny

We got mami on the floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the on the donkey

of pure, ros
Look like painted on the bottles
We throwin' money, we lookin' lotto's
I cover chicks with cheese like nachos

Fly out the cove, in the heat where
New York to bitch
Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock without the guitar
Got em' all rubbin' they bra

Got em' all shakin' tush like
I'ma 'em a taste of the good life
But I give 'em a of the good liquor, a taste of the good bud
thing you know she'll be tastin' my good

I get be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green giant
I see it, I it, I buy it
Baby I'm then a pilot
Flyin' at his highest, it

We make hits in the studio
We out trying to get this
We trips in the winter in jet planes
To climates where sunny

We got mami on the floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

Where are my Up to no good
Where are my homies? Yup I'm so
What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt
See my hoes are my plates, temporary

Act nil you it, move on strategic
The marbles man, yup the floors are
Cam pound a quart a kid better ask 'round
I'm sorta needed mack you're deceited

In the 90's, Z3,
Now in the crib the TVs TVs
Killen Killen, mo killen and then a kitty
furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs

Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to
We the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to back
Mazirattis back to back, ride wit me
On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two fifties

We make hits in the studio
We out trying to get this
We trips in the winter in jet planes
To where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm to pin the tail on the donkey