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 spittin' out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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

If the shoes fit Alan I be too thick
since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
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 hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even the riddler
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think 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 blunts to get
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 blunts to get

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

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

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

Inhale the smoke from the master's
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his off

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

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