Luyện nghe bài hát R.a.g.u.

it
Now you get out of here, I'm you
You bastards push us around, wanna fight?
I'll you on

That nigga's twisted, stop with that clip man
Close them blinds too man, y'knahmsayin'?
Yo, Don my, man, get out of the stove, man
Get away from the stove,
Stop playin' man, the fuck is you 'bout?

I'm in the crib watchin' Larry Live
The new Guccis on refrigerator, some kush
This nigga's a lighter swisher, a roach
Go get the glass ashtray, pour the glass of
Tap the then toast

took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be three, tried to his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard niggaz down the block is
nigga got, knifed up brawlin'

Heard the kid was nineteen, Lil' too
His worked up at the dealer, he loved boo
They him for his Louis', son wasn't havin' it though
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the color of

Decided on a intervene, who tried to wild on me my nigga
This is like out of the
I'm in the stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
Proceeded to to him, then you heard the heavy face slap

Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the vexed
up my writing hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kill this nigga true
Only thing that stop my gun flamin' 'cause he to you

He ain't related to me
Just that I knew him for like eighteen years until he
my gear
If my lil' homey, yo he eat for me

him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me
Come and still blow cats for me
crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat shorties
A live well known, born to dance when the heat is on

days, shoot himself in the groin'
The gun off, it looked like a flick
he fell to the floor, holdin' his nuts
Screamin' "God damnit, I put one in my balls"

What the y'all lookin' at me for?
Call the police, do
Motherfuckers standin' around, when I get better
All hell's gonna be
to you, you," he pointed at Red

I chill that's fam duke
He put work in that make you cute, fuck that
But anyway, son, indeed, he two Polo rugbies
Swore to his dead mother, I take it

Yo, Lord, I knocked out his
Now he's rockin' those false joints like peace