Luyện nghe bài hát Poppin' Tags (Remix)

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

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

[Verse Twista]
it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the
All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, players get pumped
Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, hoes, get crunk
(Look out) Put a little bit of hash and motherfucking purple haze
I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
got me up and ripping shit in a rage
In the confetti with a belly, gucci
Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac
Want to get me for the
Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you some up
We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leaking the out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they ever got blood for fucking with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for the city, anybody that with me
got into its a game
And you in my city and I talk shit
I'm going to him, especially if he say my name
I've been known to my business
Or I'm gonna him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking 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 of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still that 2003
(Throw it up if you...)