Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I think so
Yeah! Oh, to this
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
up! It ain't no need to fight
We may the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight

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

Home-grown, thick,
My family dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house gun an elephants snout
ya ambulance 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 leave till the job is done
the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body 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 real us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, smokin', half a bottle of Remi open
You holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop, ya callin'
So hard, hell I 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 know if I can't eat, ya sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't defeat

My mind is my Glock, my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves
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 even frame the
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever they fuckin' with that, let's be realer

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 won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

go on the break-off, mental breakdown
And shit you wouldn't 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 with the John Blaze methods
hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', shittin'

Inhale the smoke from the lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the one
You test with the sess, well first off
That is funny 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 with us, but ya us and you want to ride
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 deal us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high