Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bottom Boss

(Ft. Ross)

1: Game]
Im about to tear this fuckin out
Pretend its Hilson and blow a fuckin back out
22nd mixtape, half of em tapes
But who I was dissin because I never made a mistake
Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been
I was fallin, I was
He was Jordan, I thought I was
He was winnin, I was
He threw a jab, I started
So I in the towel just to separate all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin unusual
Thats the in me, dont think Im tryin to be cool with you
Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer
Louis Vuitton billboard, the niggas boy tryin to hustle
boy for them drug dealers
I just you all to love me
But I aint handsome, I aint trying to bug
the Verizon man, Im just gon stand behind yall
But every now and then, I gotta remind

2: Game]
Its that red boss, nigga
Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck what it cost
That V12 start up like nigga
Thats why them hoes call me the nigga
me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back
Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I aint talkin
You know I got that K strap, chopper the base hat
If you see tip drillin, King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight
Ace of by the crates, biatch
Never lose, Alexander the Great, biatch
I only win like Baylor, I run the like mayors
Dont make me go dig up old Chuck Taylors
Back when me and Snoop was the ones throwin up gang signs
Ya niggas wasnt bloods I cosigned yall
But yall that Verizon man, Im just gon behind yall
And sometimes I gotta remind

3: Game]
Taylor Gang nigga, I Wiz doe
I got that yellow road inside my ear lobes
Playin ice hockey, feelin Gretzky
Los Angeles King, and Im who the city cheer for
Niggas throwin subliminals, act like I hear those
I could give yall 100 bars, but you all know fear those
And plus, Im too to my lifestyle
Fuck Air 1? s, Im too attached to these spikes now
Louis Vuittons, hard as
They comfortable futons
They suede, grey
The yellow Luke on
The Lakers, he was
But they should moved that nigga Marion, Gloria move on
Damn, was too strong?
These gettin pooped on
While I get my Duke on, and like Duhon
warm, Im too hot, youre too cold
Im 2Pac, too old for hip hop
Stop.