Luyện nghe bài hát R.a.g.u.

it
Now you get out of here, I'm you
You bastards can't push us around, wanna
I'll you on

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

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

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

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

Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to on me my nigga
is like out of the blue
I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, the chain
to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap

Think I my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed
Fucked up my hand, that's my check
Now I wanna this lil' nigga true
Only thing that my gun flamin' 'cause he related to you

Who? He ain't to me
Just that I him for like eighteen years until he violated
my gear
If my homey, yo he eat anything for me

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

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

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

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

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