Luyện nghe bài hát Sippin' On Some Syrup

You ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass,
Fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y nigga
You get your bitch ass up off the street, nigga
You got five seconds to get your hating ass up here (Pouring up and showing up, bitch)
'Cause it's some trill-ass in this motherfucker
Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfucking sco', non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers,
Get the fuck up out of here,
Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, up-ass, smoking-ass, getting high-ass niggas in here,
6, UGK, nigga, we putting it down in this motherfucker
And we ain't wit'chu, y'all know the motherfucking sco', homie
Now it up, nigga

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip

Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip

For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine
Punk niggas me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't that shit
You got a funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and cuffs
called on, on the hands-free phone
The '84 roam, on them blades, chrome
If you got 16, you can get a
I'm choking on that sweet and sipping on that siz-erp

Niggas to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it
Well the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a
Two all at the mouth, niggas all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick all night and she cool with that
She her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaking, she done got loose
come in by threes and deuces, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All that want it can bone it, she on that X and tootie fruit
Forty dollars for just one ounce ounce, plus tussionex is how it's
Niggas and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip
on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip

People always asking me, is the 6 high on that?
Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, pup-pup packs
Woah, where the weed at, ain't like we need that
NyQuil will slow me down, that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella, that'll have you itching, man
Talking like, what's up, fool? Vocal chords lame
In my days, all we did was out on a quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here knock you down
Knock you out, make you fall when you're on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I for this refill
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that
Yeah, my nig, y'ain't know, I feel like I'm gonna fucking

Nigga, tell me what you 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's than Pedito
With my Three 6 niggas pouring up in my southern
Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass John Bido
'Cause you fronting rap sangers, be creamy like a
You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occasionally
Your bitch to the telly and be a and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga, your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny
that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
For the most, I'm sipping on some sizzurp

on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip