Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

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

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

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

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

I won't till the job is done
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 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 bottle of Remi
You either holdin' or half-assed like
I leave ya chokin' on 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
I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat

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

Meth the mister, if is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress
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 deal with us, but you got no blunts to get

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

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

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

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 like Kid Rock with his shirt 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 blunts to get
You won't be real with us, but ya us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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