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 straight for all the in the hood

Niggas on the corner, nigga in the penitentiary
Nigga, this muthafuckin' free
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 like you wanna dig your own ditch

It's my to bring the shovel
You lookin' for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon' bust your bubble on the

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

Shit you ain't seen
millimeter tank rounds eatin' up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or down
I put my down, picked up my ass kicker
it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker

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

Boy, we south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
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

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

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

Two solid, each one worth one
I it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, 'bout a wrong
Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a 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 shit to
I'm down DJ screw and bitch it's U.G.K. and Fiend

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boy, we down slangin' rollin' 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 hatas and you

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