Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I think 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 four spittin' out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna tonight

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a bottle of Remi
You either holdin' or half-assed like
I ya chokin' on them lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'

If the fit like Alan I be too thick
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 admit defeat

My mind is my Glock, keep my eye cocked
Bust off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now hot and who's 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, Kodak can't even frame the
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever think fuckin' 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

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

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

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

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

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

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