Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I think 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 paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you bleed tonight

I eat and rice, shit up a storm
I the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My bracelet like I raised it off the

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

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

I leave till 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 give a fuck, we live it up 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 us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

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

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

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

Take the back and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells athletes
Run a track meet, the on ya rap sheet
the foot long 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 friendly on the get Bentley

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

Inhale the from the master's lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You test with the sess, well 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 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

We give 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 with us, but you got no blunts to get