Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I re-fuse to
Fuck them
I got an AP 10 and a Tech 9
So you know you can't fuck with

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine
(D-Dub)
in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
it's on
On 'til the come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(Lynch)
the third strike nigga
So now I'm up at your dome
'Bout to make your brain and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, with Al Capone
If you want 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 find you a new dome
A criminal minded nigga that tefs 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 of mind
Where put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and black Carthart beenie
I'm Genie
As I through the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, nigga, it loves to take 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 lane in case one times 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 back
But fuck
Why you I got extended clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss,

4x