Luyện nghe bài hát R.P.M.

Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby locked
In the pen' to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig
rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on set with the tech' out
Leave you wet you chest out
Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga a never realer nigga
Drill a fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the
Me and my all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on
Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole
Now the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the nigga
Roll for my bitches be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil'
If you gotta it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome
Now you with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz with them real motherfuckers like whoa

It's real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) him (WHAT!)
him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

Twista kick hot for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get my homies locked down
To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big
To my that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin and cocaine
To my niggaz ain't hoesif they have to
They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a cut a nigga
Pull the bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm about go like I'm smokin the bone
Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your
reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the stuffed the beats
So you see Navigators, Escalades, Benzes
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's
Mob for niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to a hard rhyme
Whatever set you throw it up
If you or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off
get your work offyou wanna party
Full of hustle niggaz niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug player haters real niggaz

I'ma kick hot for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West
Where niggaz'll put a slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a thug and a gangsta
One's in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker
that say you love that
We in the and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and that got me scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me out slacks
And it's like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
I been feelin like
Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna love a nigga
Chi about to show the how to rush a nigga
Crush put it on momma
On everything I got for the drama, puff marijuana
To the and put it on ya
Flows who you in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the
Flows in yo' dome in an
and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the and God