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 with

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was in the dark letting my nine spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
the fuck you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
it's on
On the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so
(Lynch)
I'ts the third nigga
So now I'm up at your dome
'Bout to make your brain 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 wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
A minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time,

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(Verse2)
Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart
I'm like
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I you would
Test my tech, nigga, it loves to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in case one approach
I got, 5 and some '89 tags
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I gotta my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me their back
But that
Why you I got extended clips
'Cause I'm so high, of the time
I can't miss, nigga

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