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 throwaway 9
So you know you can't fuck with

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the fuck you on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
it's on
On the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the third nigga
So now I'm aiming up at dome
to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, with Al Capone
If you some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new
A criminal minded 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
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and corners
In a 69
rims
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart
I'm Genie
As I through the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke chronic smoking
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in case one times
I got, 5 and some '89 tags
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause niggas wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me their back
But fuck
Why you think I got clips
'Cause I'm so high, of the time
I just miss, nigga

4x