Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

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

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the letting my nine spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's nine tech nigga that 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
it's on
On 'til the come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the third nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the 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 split fool, with the chrome
And say the backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga gots tefs in his nine
So head to the East side, it's red rum time, nigga

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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 and their black Carthart beenie
I'm Genie
As I through the hood and get up to no good
And I you would
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it to take out necks
And backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in case one approach
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me over their
But fuck
Why you think I got extended
I'm so high, most of the time
I just miss, nigga

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