Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I think so
Yeah! Oh, to this
We come at ya

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna tonight

I eat beans and rice, shit up a
I walk the streets with fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My like I raised it off the farm

Home-grown, thick,
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on
Jersey and house gun like an snout
Pull ya out

Ya whole team'll get
Ya on and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine

I won't leave till the job is
Till the prick nigga take ya wallet, run
Doc with the and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get

Yo, yo, smokin', half a bottle of Remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like
I leave ya on them lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the on ya candy coatin'

If the shoes fit like I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new a new bitch
Ya know if I eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit

My mind is my Glock, keep my third eye
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's shocked
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and that in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a
I'm gone, Kodak can't even the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress
Whoever they fuckin' with that, let's be realer

We don't a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get

Take the back and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like
Run a meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko

They go on the break-off, mental
And shit you wouldn't of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are but deadly
You be friendly on the get high Bentley

You up, burnt out within seconds
you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', stop

Inhale the smoke the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the one
You wanna test with the sess, first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his off

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high
You be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

We give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high