Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I think 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 four spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to
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 it off the farm

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

Ya whole team'll get
Ya on target and bombed by some artists
We leave ya hair cut a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with markers

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

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

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', a bottle of Remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop, rhymes ya
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 a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya 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 who's hot and not
I want them and that money in ya two socks

the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever think they with that, let's be realer

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

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

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

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

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

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 deal with us, but you got no to get high

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 deal with us, but you got no blunts to get