Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird gang Club
Tryin' to holla at you
One focus, one only
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 dance
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 goes yes, yes yo, fresh to balla
You can play hard, pressure I'm stoned
We playin' tight D, I'm in the paint a G
Some say they gangstas but 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 like you should
up pies, a whole whip that you should

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

I told the lady I'll be doin' the 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 in the winter in jet planes
To climates it's sunny

We got mami on the dance
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 could cover chicks with cheese like

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

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

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

We make hits in the studio
We out trying to get money
We take in the winter in jet planes
To where it's 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 to pin the tail on the donkey

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

Act nil you beat it, move on
The man, yup the floors are heated
Cam half pound a a kid better ask 'round
I'm needed mack rounds 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, mack to mack
We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know to back
Mazirattis to back, come ride wit me
On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five

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