Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

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

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a deuce cut, you holding your gut
about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
it's on
On the slugs come 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 brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Chase, mixed with Al Capone
If you want some ripgut shit
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new
A criminal minded nigga gots 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 Indo-Killafornia State of
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 swoop through the hood and get up to no
And I you would
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, perm
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in case one times
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna me up in a black
leather sack, and me over their back
But fuck
Why you think I got extended
'Cause I'm so high, most of the
I can't miss, nigga

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