Luyện nghe bài hát Rimz Tirez

Take a chance, come dance a cowboy
Playin stopped playin time ago with childish toys
It's only men in here; deuce inch pirelli
And goodyear niggaz, sip malt beer
They gave me sixth man of the year, off the bench for tha liks
Shot the out at the championship
Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money
Full of green cheese, my other got green weed
Rap niggaz, we different
Elevate the of the music and the visuals
It's do or die, I a +priest+, call +superfly+
Whatever we discuss we meet's between you and i
I'm truly high, for the red-eye flight
Five hours, eight drinks, I all night, shit
Everyday, every a saloon
Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar

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Love when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, don't know the half
My step down on the pedal
My back on scrapin the metal
I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel
With my and tirez

I ain't seen kevlar flesh (hell naw)
Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin death
I was taught to stick with the right and with the left
Never nothin, never turn snitch and confess
Got me in the heat of the act, and run the risk
Of three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!)
I goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up
My loved to get loose and hop the fence
It ain't hard to hard, snatch up a catalogue
Mad dog to niggaz walk up your boulevard (yeah!)
But one day, you gon' it (what? )
I'm a firm believer in the if it bleeds, I can kill it
A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the
The live wire, leak a nigga a vampire
My roll rimz and tirez
Either get us, forget us and get behind us, muh'fuckers

Ride along, my rimz and tirez
along

Mr. (what? ) I'm lookin for a sixty-two chevy
And she kinda bad, threw him six and I was
(whatchu want me to do? ) to get spic and
Man I'm glad you and got me from that old white man (good lookin)
He me to a spot in long beach, hooked me up with four pumps
(bzzt) but in the hood can't jump (bzzt)
And I change when the sun hit me
Fix me up, now my owner slang me for 50?
Bling bling, now I to a japanese
And they was to throw me in the magazines
I make money (huh? ) I broke down, fools trippin
(check it out) how many cars you see in seoul on streets
(none) afraid to get that ass slippin (why? )
For me it was an task
I kept an on my ass with heat under the dash
Fool (peep game) I was to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah

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