Luyện nghe bài hát Pina Colada

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[Chorus
Where're my niggers the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggers the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're my niggers living
We want Barettas and Amarettas, leathers and mad cheddar.

(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when beef I attack
the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch behind cars scared to death like "yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me I got no obedience
Ya'll are of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old
Fuck a bitch use a sock and my nut what?
Run in spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like was chirping
I like ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look coconuts
That's what's up have Sheik's click clack this up
the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want cut.

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[Big

I'm well know like Al Capone, blown like Tone Montana
In the zone on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling up in Bible paper
A high that take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green hustler's dream
Busting out that cream
Piper cause I'm up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and
King of medallions Guard
Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad qualified pulling over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted wilted hydraulic slide
Spark the in the crowd ripping trough housings
the Wu do in Shaolin
John Blazing on a of buddha and all the mami chulas,
want to ride on my Honda scooter
You know the red one the video
But really though she ain't and she ain't running the
yo!

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[Big

the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran
Who you wit?
ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo
you ain't no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized if you walk that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm oh shit man! Big Punisher's off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's me
you cats were gonna creep on me
without some of an injury.

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I see in yours, what you up in my eyes?
Big between mine, What the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, If I shoot, are you shoot back?
I think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust
You making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops the chalk
and the mop to get the of you off the sidewalk. what!

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