Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I don't so
Yeah! Oh, listen to
We gonna at ya

Yo yo yo, all my say, jump 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, up a storm
I walk the with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My bracelet like I raised it off the

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

Ya team'll get bombarded
Ya on target and by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a with fine markers

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

We don't give a fuck, we it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no 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 to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a of Remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya coatin'

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

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

the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even the riddler
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, 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 with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

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

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

Inhale the smoke from the lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the one
You wanna with the sess, well first off
That is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

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