Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I think so
Yeah! Oh, to this
We gonna at ya

Yo yo yo, all my say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna tonight

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

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

Ya team'll get bombarded
Ya on target and bombed by some unsigned
We ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line fine markers

I won't leave 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 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 with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

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

My is my Glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and not
I them rocks 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 frame the riddler
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they 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 seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap
With the foot long crush bong, your collapsing, sicko

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

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

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

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