Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

on the corner, every nigga in the penitentiary
Nigga, busta muthafuckin' free
This for all the real and bitches out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit

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

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

Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that nigga
Straighten it out starch nigga
I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your to a terror scene

you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank eatin' up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in ass quicker

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boy, we down south rollin' with 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 slangin' rollin' with 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

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

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

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

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

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