Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

Yo, up nigga? This the colonel, MP
But uh Fiend nigga it's your muthafuckin' time to
You gon' mix shit up with bun B and pimp C
U.G.K. and Fiend, this straight for all the niggas in the

Niggas on the corner, every in the penitentiary
Nigga, busta muthafuckin' free
for all the real niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told y'all muthafuckas no limit

You muthafucka, I don't feel you comin' from
I don't like zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch

It's my pleasure to bring the
You been lookin' for
So me and C and Fiend gon' your bubble on the double

Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off torch nigga
Straighten it out like nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some
with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene

Shit you never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back
I put my down, picked up my ass kicker
'Cause it thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker

The last figured, he had a chance
To it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man
But we shine like clusters, to you in the dust
'Cause we tryin', to get rid a all you
And you muthafuckin'

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you

Down south rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
Down slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you

I got the lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, up for seventeen
Two one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna, stamp on the end

Two block solid, each one one
I it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone

Keep this shit pumped, get to pop the
Feelin' light headed off some skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and that shit to lean
I'm down with DJ screw and it's U.G.K. and Fiend

And we ridin' with killas, niggas 'bout they drama
like a wheelers and bitches like piranhas
I'm James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin' to get rid of all you
And you muthafuckin' ass bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you
Down south slangin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

What's the sense of it
Pimpin', powder, and pussy tryin' to pennies
Payin' off, so friendly to flip my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, away
From the wrong way, I'm these niggas the Jones way

Let the Psalm say, he died as a
than later, shoulda pop 'em since the incubator
My life is droppin' heron, at the Sharon lookin', death on
Knowin' I was dead

From the sad songs, you been to my city?
If you got shitty, everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always tank
Niggas know N.O., dank, and

My rank, what you it? Bustin' out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin', up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin', resist the no limit and stashin' a
Servin' the cluckers, it undercover, we gettin' rid of bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with these
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you

Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you
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