Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

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

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

We got mami on the dance
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got on the dance floor
Grindin' to the beat, off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we to play
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 like my plates,

Act nil you beat it, move on
The marbles man, yup the floors are
Cam half 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 a kitty purrs
furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs

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

We make hits in the nightly
We out to get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet
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 feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the