Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

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

I eat and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with fin off my arms
Dolittle, lit off the bone
My like I raised it off the farm

Home-grown, thick,
My family dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and gun like an elephants snout
ya ambulance out

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

I leave till the job is done
Till the last prick take ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we both a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

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 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

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

If the fit like Alan 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 mind is my Glock, keep my third eye
Bust mines off tops, leave a nerves shocked
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and that in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, 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 blunts to get
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

Take the back seat and smash
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain 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, mental
And you wouldn't think of
I it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get Bentley

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

Inhale the from the master's lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test the sess, well first off
That shit is funny 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 us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get

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 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