Luyện nghe bài hát Poppin' Tags (Remix)

[Chorus:
And we gone stay hustling on the block until we
And we stay showing off that jewelry that we bought
And we stay heated in case it's in and out of court
'Cause we gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought

One: Ludacris]
Sometimes I think that I see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
And you look to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to my wage
I still hear a pull and I track 'em, and 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a for the day to days and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm hustler, baller, pro
And it wouldn't be for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes
With a street regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In the two seater, Ludacris and with bags of 'dro
Smoking and choking, get 'em up and
It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it and keep it hidden, riddance of feeling good
I'm weapon-concealing, my neighborhood
Would, could, and should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, my balls and (cough)
Because the vapors and I the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "leave me alone!"

[Verse Twista]
it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you on I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get
(Look out) Put a little bit of hash and some motherfucking purple
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the netti confetti a belly, gucci
Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the truck
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and you some back up
We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies want to come at this
If they ever got some blood for fucking thugs that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for the city, anybody different with me
got thinking its a game
And whether you in my city and I talk
I'm going to kill him, if he say my name
I've been to handle my business
Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, on a fat pilla
Murder that I'm full of
Niggaz claiming they bring a baretta they'll be killas
Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a hellafied
When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna drop that 2003
(Throw it up if you...)