Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

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

We hits in the studio nightly
We out trying to get money
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates where sunny

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

It yes, yes yo, fresh to death balla
You can play hard, under pressure I'm
We tight 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 see the range I was buyin'
Don't test drive like a whole like you should
Shoving up pies, a whole whip that you

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

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

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, 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 Picasso painted on the
We money, we lookin' like lotto's
I could cover chicks with cheese nachos

Fly out the cove, land in the heat
New York to Miami
Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, star 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 'em a taste of the good liquor, a taste of the good bud
Next thing you know be tastin' my good

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

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

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

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

Act nil you beat it, on strategic
The marbles man, yup the are heated
Cam half pound a a kid better ask 'round
I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're

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

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

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

We got on the dance 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