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 paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to
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
Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the

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

Ya whole 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 till the job is
Till the prick 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 it up till the day we die
You try to with 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 deal with us, but you got no blunts to get

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

If the shoes fit like Alan I be too
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 mind is my Glock, keep my third eye
mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and that 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
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, be realer

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

the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya cells like athletes
Run a meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, your collapsing, sicko

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

You up, burnt out within seconds
'Cause you couldn't hang the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', 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 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 us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

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 to get high