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, up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed

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

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

Ya whole get bombarded
Ya on target and bombed by some unsigned
We leave ya cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine

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

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 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, smokin', half a bottle of Remi open
You holdin' or half-assed 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 like Alan I be too
Ever 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
mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now hot and who's not
I them rocks and that money in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me 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 won't be real us, but ya reelin' us and you want 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 cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap
With the foot long bong, look your collapsing, sicko

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

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

Inhale the smoke from the lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test with the sess, first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock 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 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 give 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 with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high