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 throwaway 9
So you know you fuck with mine

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was in the dark letting my nine spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven cut, you holding your gut
about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
Nigga on
On 'til the slugs out
(D-Dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the strike nigga
So now I'm up at your dome
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed 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 you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that tefs in his nine
So to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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(Verse2)
Nigga, it's that-Sac of State of mind
Where niggas put their gangster on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart
I'm Genie
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 backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More than chronic smoking
out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's a roach
Hit the left lane in one times approach
I got, 5 and some '89 tags
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these wanna throw me up in a black
leather sack, and throw me over back
But that
Why you think I got clips
'Cause I'm so high, of the time
I just miss, nigga

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