Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

Yo, up nigga? 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, straight for all the niggas in the hood

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

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

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

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

Shit you ain't never
Twenty millimeter tank rounds 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 it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the man dance
But we like clusters, to leave you in the dust
'Cause we tryin', to get rid a all you
And you muthafuckin'

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

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

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

Keep this pumped, get to pop the trunk
Feelin' light headed off some 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' some killas, niggas 'bout they drama
Pimp like a and bitches like piranhas
I'm sweet James Jones, a and a hustler
to get rid of all you hatas
And you muthafuckin' ass bustas

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

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

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

From the sad songs, have you been to my
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from
But I'm one bad fucker always claimin' tank
know N.O., dank, and elevate

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

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