Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird gang Banger
to holla at you shorty
One focus, one focus
Tryin' to hit that thang, go

We hits in the studio nightly
We out trying to get money
We take trips in the 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 feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death
You can hard, under pressure I'm stoned
We playin' D, I'm in the paint like a G
Some say they but they ain't like me

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

Then take the proceeds, about four G's
Bottles in the club tryin' to get the and skeez
I'm tryin' to get the dame to
But she up a fight like Layla Ali

I told the I'll be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V
name 40 on the wrist
Last name you afford me bitch
Get a bitch

We make hits in the nightly
We out to get this money
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 to pin the tail on the donkey

of pure, ros
Look like Picasso painted on the
We throwin' money, we lookin' like
I could cover with cheese like nachos

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

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

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

We make hits in the nightly
We out trying to get this
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates it's sunny

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

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

Act nil you beat it, on strategic
The man, yup the floors are heated
Cam half pound a quart a kid 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
Fuck furs, his and hers, spurs

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

We make hits in the studio
We out to get this money
We take in the winter in jet planes
To climates it's sunny

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