Luyện nghe bài hát Rec-Room Therapy

Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this
You know what I'm saying? Niggaz wasn't out in the back then
When was doing this son, you know what I mean?
Yeah, check the

I done flushed bags of powder down toilets
You could of found of me on the dusted, unable to call it
Jums in my pocket, the was stolen, tapping pockets
On the drug dealers, just to see what they holding
I know, niggaz with crack stuck to they colon

The acid, done up, now they stomach's is swollen
just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash
The haze, we hit it and pass
We toast to the of old days, yeah, old ager hump
We rap renegades, must paid

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

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(Get money)
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(Get money)

Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan
The housing cops can suck our dicks, we out
Of convertible matchbox shit, next inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my brick

Bottles of Cru, bitches with Baby Phats, swinging ax
singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back
The smokest rap niggas, honey, need a match
To the game wide open, I'mma need an axe

I juggle this, practice, heroin in the cactus
Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat
Actress, the backs of five Cleopatra's
A cocaine Chef, I stretch money elastic
Nigga, my raps is bigger, with the muscle advantage
Jake Cutler on dust, I blam shit

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Get
(Get money)
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(Get money)

Yo, we been bagging since eighteen, kid, polo on with gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on broads
Gum slow, half moon, pants, Avia days
your hands off my blunt and my waves

Benetton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we
Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we
Spray something if the team say
It's on, I my lines to the PJ's
Triple beams, jars, smoking nickle weeds
All we did is look mad fly, rings

Whatever homeboy, you want it, you could get receipt
A little closer, you can sense we got
It's only me plus other ill gangstas
We all anxious to up your block and spank shit

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(Get money)
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(Get money)

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(Get money)
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I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the on 'em
I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I rounds
I'm on the prowl, my growl, crushed by the crowd
Rush through Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I down your G-Force
With heat walks, free falling to a money, bet he's hungry

Spread the honey, big head inside the
Mix lead inside my lungies, bread on my Dungarees
And such and such, plugged me with this slut
Please, don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I
I'm hard like a hunter, bust off in Heather

cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather
Whatever, whatever, he cried
players get fried, playing both sides of the ends
Keep your eyes on friends, 'cuz they spy for the feds
Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties the dreads

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

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(Get money)
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(Get money)