Luyện nghe bài hát Sippin' Tha Barre

Sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and
Sip-sippin tha barre, grippin tha
I got 17 karats in my and chain

tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 in my piece and chain
tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain

Now open a map and take a down south
Come on over to Houston, Texas, welcome to the Swisha
Its the land of the trill, I'm coming live from the
I got my on my hustle, I'm tryna make it to the top

So I put in work and at night, determination is all I got
On the grind I scheme and plot whatever it takes to raise my
I'm breaking bread out here to survive
I'm under water with these sharks praying that I stay

I'm putting up numbers like on that 610 south
Aint nothing soft about my except the packs of the south
This heres that Peoples talk, its the expressions of a G
And I'ma be chasing after them G's I R.I.P.

Its Paul Wall baby what it do? banging Screw since '92
Fat Pat n Lil Kee Kee, Phunky and the rest of the crew
So whos with the plex, I'm flipping slab and waving hood
With screens down from the roof
I'm ballin' like a true playa

I'm tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain
tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and

Sip-sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain
Sip-sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain

They got you Houston Texas the home of David Carr
But really it's candy paint playas on barre
Come take a wit a star straight outta that lone star state
Where Michael trained and told me I gotta hold my weight

That is the key when you moving them keys
up in the game outta the 713
See one of the keys to my success, I switched up like Greg
While my composure to become one of the baddest

I stick to the G-code in my Algiers
While I'm tippin' on 4 4 's these suicide doors
I buy dro and pour a 4 for my dogs died in the past
Praying to God I stay afloat just to make hustle last

Its time I'm obeying the laws while my life is on trial
I'm tryna knockout piece and chain and throw some ice on my
It's all work and no play Im out here punching clock
It's hustle mania out here grinding on the block I'm tryna baby

tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain
Sip-sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain

tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 in my piece and chain
tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 in my piece and chain

From the coast trenches where the killers dont think
them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink
These 'lil cowards assassinate the character of a G
But I'm all of that chatter keeping it real and being me

Its G's up and down when I'm making my rhymes
I'm up in NYC with Dipset and we it down
out to King and Martin holding it down in the low post
While I'm on the block grinding tryna my post

I'm glass house on the grill my necklace like toxic waste
I'm iced out like food sippin on the ski taste
I'm time on that grind it ain't no time for playing games
Thats why I 25/8 accumulating this change

I got them diamonds up against that wood grain and sippin good
Time thats my hood getting money is understood
I'm on the hustle baby all and all day
100 thee up in my safe its safe to say boy is paid

Sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and
tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 in my piece and chain

Sip-sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 in my piece and chain
Sip-sippin tha barre, tha grain
I got 17 karats in my and chain
tha barre, grippin tha grain
I got 17 karats in my piece and