Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I don't so
Yeah! Oh, listen to
We gonna 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 need to
We may squeeze the pipe, you bleed tonight

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

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

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

I leave till the job is done
the last prick 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 with us, but you got no blunts to get
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

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

If the fit like 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 defeat

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

the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint 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 don't 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 deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

Take the seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells 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 shit you wouldn't of
I spread it to Reggie, are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get Bentley

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

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

We don't give a fuck, we 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

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 with us, but you got no to get high