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 broke out the
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed

I eat beans and rice, shit up a
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 feud 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 by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine

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

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get
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

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

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

My mind is my Glock, keep my eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves
Now who's hot and 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, Cypress
think they fuckin' with that, let's be realer

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 want to
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

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

They go on the break-off, mental
And shit you think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high

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

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

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 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 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 with us, but you got no blunts to get high