Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I to lose
Fuck 22's
I got an AP 10 and a throwaway 9
So you know you can't fuck with

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine
(D-Dub)
in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers up
As I of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
Nigga on
On the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
the third strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood
I'm like Richard Chase, with Al Capone
If you want some ripgut nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the chrome
And say the alphabet fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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(Verse2)
Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of
niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
rims
You see
their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
I'm like
As I through the hood and get up to no good
And I you would
my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than chronic
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a
sack, and throw me over their back
But that
Why you think I got clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I can't miss, nigga

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