Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

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

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

my pleasure to bring the shovel
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 block to a terror scene

Shit you ain't seen
Twenty tank rounds eatin' up everything
to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, up my ass kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass

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

Boy, we down south slangin' 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

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

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

Two solid, each 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

this shit pumped, get to pop the trunk
Feelin' headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come Texas and love 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
Pimp like a wheelers and bitches like
I'm sweet 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
south 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 hatas and you
Down south rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

the sense of it all?
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, away
From the wrong way, I'm killin' these niggas the way

Let the Psalm say, he 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, have you 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
Fiend pimpin', blowin' up corns 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 hatas and you
Down south slangin' rollin' with these
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' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you

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