Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

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

I eat beans and rice, shit up a
I walk the streets with fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My bracelet like I 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 whole team'll get
Ya on target and bombed by some artists
We ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and you a line with fine markers

I leave 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 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 us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a of Remi open
You holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop, ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the 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 can't admit

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

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress
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 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 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 rhymes on ya rap
With the long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko

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

You twisted up, burnt out seconds
'Cause you hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', bitten
stricken, Glock clickin', stop shittin'

Inhale the smoke the master's lungs
You wanna 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 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 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 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 us, but you got no blunts to get high