Luyện nghe bài hát R.P.M.

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

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

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

I'ma hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, side
Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a and then forget a nigga
Hit a puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you that
We in the 'Llac and put the in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out
And speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin
Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a
Crush that put it on
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff
To the and put it on ya
Flows who you in a comma
We so relentless, you Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' in an instance
Hoes and folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
And the BD's and lows and the and the hoes and God