Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

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

We make hits in the studio
We out trying to get money
We take trips in the winter in jet
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 feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the on the donkey

It yes, yes yo, fresh to death balla
You can play hard, under I'm stoned
We tight D, I'm in the paint like a G
say they gangstas but they ain't like me

Came an environment, came I was firin'
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

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

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

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

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

Fly out the cove, land in the where
New to Miami bitch
Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the
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 of the good liquor, a taste of the good 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
I'm flyer then a pilot
Flyin' at his highest, it

We make in the studio nightly
We out trying to get money
We trips in the winter in jet planes
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 to pin the tail on the donkey

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

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

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

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 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 to play
I'm tryin' to pin the on the donkey