Luyện nghe bài hát Pitbull Terrier

im from the era or rhyme,
and my dress code and my style tiga ya you know what im slangin'
valentine shooter
pinky nail for real and cant ya tell nobody cuter

a pit bull terrier in the area
and he really aint ya

add a two door straight
i keep it sparked like a rear end of an impalla
skinny baby dollar
and when i rip theese raps to gat ya it aint no prada
is a matter doer
yo get it for
its like when the money pour

hey a pitbull carries in the area
and he really aint ya

i keep it as darth vader
i keep it cold as to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors
three just grazed ya
and i cant believe we smokin weed the streets done ya
it was the ultimate
and as the year pass i we talk about paper

pitbull terrier in the area
and he aint sharin ya

ya see i through whats up to all my nephews
im leavin the suckers to super to rescue
and every attitude in the grill like respect do we crept
its been a time we shouldnt have left you
ima the spot ima go steak the block
its nation wide knowin ima the clock
around timing and make it seem so drastic
visual feel its no longer lasting
start the rhyme shootin with many brains
no time for tootn' make a comback eddy caine
never cross game or with steady aim
i put it so in the crookedest way
ima brain wave, over-take, maintain, no
dont give a fuck i gonna wait
knowin its more me
its weaker when you know that its
i hold the mic with confidence like rollin the

sometimes im as luciano
and i collect little things like ships made in the bottle
monster ass steak
butterflys surround my i shake but still beat the case
out like a bear rug
beacause the way i sqeeze to make this cheese is somthin a bear hug
man i never met a fair thug
you with me or not cause you know i dont share love
i back in the twilight
man the wicked little brother of the thing we call the limelite
i switch in the fast life
and this psycic i was king tut in my past life
i at her like "thats right" yeah
respect the law the star to break the law
gun alibi, its like a lullaby
we smoke and we dont cry

hey a pitbull terrier carries in the
and he aint sharin ya...