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 Tech 9
So you know you can't fuck mine

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark my nine spark
(D-Dub)
in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a deuce cut, you holding your gut
about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
Nigga on
On 'til the come out
(D-Dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al
If you want some shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that tefs in his nine
So to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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

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