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 with mine

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers feel me yet
(Lynch)
that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the fuck you on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
Nigga on
On 'til the come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the third strike
So now I'm aiming up at dome
'Bout to make brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed Al Capone
If you want some ripgut nigga
Yeah, I got it
So to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that gots 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 State of
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend
In a 69
rims
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
my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
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 these wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me over back
But fuck
Why you I got extended clips
'Cause I'm so high, of the time
I just can't miss,

4x