Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I re-fuse to
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)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All as the chronics got me gone
Nigga on
On 'til the slugs out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(Lynch)
the third strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at dome
to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Chase, mixed with Al Capone
If you some ripgut 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 gots tefs in his
So head to the East side, it's red rum time, nigga

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(Verse2)
Nigga, it's of Indo-Killafornia State of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and corners
In a 69
rims
You see
their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
I'm Genie
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, nigga, it loves to take out necks
And backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than smoking
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times
I got, 5 warrants and some '89
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause niggas wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me their back
But that
Why you think I got clips
'Cause I'm so high, most of the
I just can't miss,

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