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 you can't fuck with mine

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark my nine spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got motherfuckers tore up
As I of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
Nigga 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 up at your dome
'Bout to make your 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 split fool, with the tech
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 of Indo-Killafornia State of mind
Where put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their Carthart beenie
I'm like
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a
leather sack, and throw me their back
But fuck
Why you I got extended clips
'Cause I'm so high, most of the
I can't miss, nigga

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