Luyện nghe bài hát Poppin' Tags (Remix)

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

One: Ludacris]
Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
I confine myself to a city 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 change my
I still hear a and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em
Get a weapon and I his brain 'cause I'm hustler, baller, pro
And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and
But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their
With a street sweeper quarters, and ki's, and o's
In the two seater, and Twista with bags of 'dro
Smoking and choking, get 'em up and
It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling
I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my
Would, could, and should a nigga off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and (cough)
the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and is like, "leave me alone!"

[Verse Two:
it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, ride, smoke 'dro, beat the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great 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 haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the
got me up and then ripping shit in a
In the netti with a belly, gucci
stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac truck
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 fluids out of the bodies that want to at this
If they ever got some for fucking with thugs that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
for the city, anybody that different with me
got into its a game
And whether you in my city and I shit
I'm going to him, especially if he say my name
I've been known to handle my
Or I'm gonna him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla
Murder haters I'm full of
claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas
Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still drop that
(Throw it up if you...)