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 out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the
Jump up! It ain't no to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed

I eat and rice, shit 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 2's on survey
Jersey and house gun like an snout
ya ambulance out

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

I won't leave the job is done
Till the last prick nigga ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we 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 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 with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

If the shoes fit like Alan I be too
Ever 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 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 rocks and that money in ya two socks

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

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 real with us, but ya reelin' us and you to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

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

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

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

Inhale the smoke the master's lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test with the sess, well 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 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 us, but you got no blunts to get high

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 us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high