Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I don't so
Yeah! Oh, to this
We gonna at ya

Yo yo yo, all my say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It ain't no to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed

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

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

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

I won't leave 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 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 us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, smokin', half a bottle of Remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like
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
since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I can't admit defeat

My is my Glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two

the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak even frame the riddler
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, 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 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

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 crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko

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

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

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

We don't give a fuck, we 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 reelin' us and you to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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