Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I re-fuse to
them 22's
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, motherfuckers feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
the fuck you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
it's 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 your
'Bout to make brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al
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 alphabet backwards fast or you a brand new dome
A minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

4x

(Verse2)
Nigga, it's of Indo-Killafornia State of mind
Where niggas put their gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their Carthart beenie
I'm Genie
As I swoop the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to out necks
And backs out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than chronic
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in 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 me up in a black
sack, and throw me over their back
But that
Why you think I got clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I can't miss, nigga

4x