Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

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

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 family feud dudes who pack 2's on
Jersey and house gun like an elephants
ya ambulance out

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

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

We don't 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 real us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

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

My mind is my Glock, keep my third eye
mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now hot and who's 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 frame the riddler
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, let's be

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 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 like athletes
Run a meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, your collapsing, sicko

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

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

the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna up, yo I'm the fastest one
You test with the sess, well first off
That shit is 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 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 blunts to get

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