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, jump up, doc out the kennel
A dog on four spittin' out the window
up! It ain't no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you bleed tonight

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

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

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

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

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 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 fit like Alan 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 can't admit

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 money in ya two socks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We don't 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 with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get