Luyện nghe bài hát R.a.g.u.

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

That nigga's twisted, stop 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,
Stop man, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

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

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

Heard the kid was nineteen, Lil' too
His worked up at the dealer, he loved boo
They tried him for his Louis', son 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 Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the
Proceeded to talk to him, you heard the heavy face slap

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

Who? He related to me
Just that I him for like eighteen years until he violated
my gear
If my lil' homey, yo he eat for me

Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he call me
home and still blow cats for me
Pump crack, all them hoodrat shorties
A gunslinger well known, born to dance when the heat is on

Stapleton days, shoot himself in the
The gun went off, it like a flick
When he to the floor, holdin' his nuts
"God damnit, shit 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 be terror
Death to you, you," he at Red

I said that's fam duke
He put real in that make you cute, fuck that
But anyway, son, indeed, he stole two Polo
Swore to his mother, I couldn't take it

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