Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc out the kennel
A dog on paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no to fight
We may the pipe, you gonna 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 bracelet like I raised it off the

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 and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind
Cut it, and gave you a line fine markers

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

We don't give a fuck, we 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 us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

If the shoes fit Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new
Ya know if I eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit

My mind is my Glock, 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 in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a
I'm gone, Kodak can't frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever think they 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 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

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

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

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

Inhale the smoke from the lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna with the sess, well first off
shit is funny 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 real us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with 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 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