Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc out the kennel
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna tonight

I eat beans and rice, up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My bracelet like I raised it off the

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

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

I won't till the job is done
Till the last prick nigga 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 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 us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

If the shoes fit like I be too thick
Ever you hit, yo my new chicks 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, my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, a rapper's nerves shocked
Now hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two

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

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

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

They go on the break-off, breakdown
And shit you think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but
You wanna be on the get high Bentley

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

Inhale the from the master's 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 give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high
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 blunts to get

We give 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 us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high