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 Jelly-packing-ass
You better get your ass up off the street, nigga
You got five to get your hating ass up outta here (Pouring up and showing up, bitch)
'Cause it's some trill-ass niggas in motherfucker
Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfucking sco', non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers,
Get the up out of here, bitch
Nigga, it's sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass, getting high-ass niggas in here,
Three 6, UGK, nigga, we putting it down in this
And we ain't playing wit'chu, know the motherfucking sco', homie
Now pour it up,

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For a trill, the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got poisoning
niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing shit
You got a funny evil watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you us
I got the web mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs
Hyper on, on the hands-free phone
The '84 roam, on blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a
I'm choking on that doja and sipping on that siz-erp

Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they it want it
niggas they join 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 niggas all at the mouth, all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all and she cool with that
She popped her a of X, and drank on some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaking, she done got loose
Niggas in by threes and deuces, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that fruit
Forty dollars for just one ounce ounce, plus is how it's pronounced
Niggas sipping and and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out

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

People always me, is the Three 6 high on that?
Rolling on X pills, stuttering, pup-pup powder packs
Woah, where the weed at, ain't like we need that
NyQuil will slow me down, something that me easy
like that yella yella, that'll have you itching, man
Talking like, what's up, fool? Vocal chords lame
In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter
Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll knock you
Knock you out, make you fall when you're on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for refill
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta that drank
Yeah, my nig, know, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint

Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter Pedito
With my Three 6 niggas pouring up in my credo
Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John
'Cause you fronting rap sangers, be creamy a Zanger
You from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occasionally
bitch to the telly and be a dick and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga, ring alarm
Sexy on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches
Something that's wholesome, to Folsom
For the most, I'm steady sipping on some

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