Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

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

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

my pleasure to bring the shovel
You lookin' for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon' bust bubble on the double

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

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

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

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

I got the cocaine lady, lady, by the key
I get them for ten, double up for seventeen
Two one, step on it to win
They is my partna, mafia stamp on the end

Two block solid, one worth one
I rock it up my and I chop it up with bun
A fulla stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a chip up in my

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

And we ridin' with some killas, niggas 'bout drama
Pimp like a wheelers and like piranhas
I'm sweet James Jones, a 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 rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you 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
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

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

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

the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always tank
Niggas know N.O., dank, and

My rank, what you call it? Bustin' out the
pimpin', blowin' up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin', resist the no limit and a duster
Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we rid of bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' 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 hatas and you

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