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 gone stay 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 gotta see a little bit of days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
And you could look to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center
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 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 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
Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!
And I can't it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good
I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my
Would, could, and should break a off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)
Because the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm
me the microphone, and fools 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, let's ride, smoke 'dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my and hustlers in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get crunk
(Look out) Put a little bit of and some motherfucking purple haze
I feel it all over my body, with the Bacardi
got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the netti confetti a belly, gucci
Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the truck
Want to get me for the
get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you some back up
We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that to come at this
If ever got some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury
My adversaries not want none of Twis'
Represent for the city, that different with me
got into 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 haters that I'm of
claiming they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas
Balling out so the size of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna drop that 2003
(Throw it up if you...)