Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the
Nigga, this muthafuckin' free
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 don't feel where you comin'
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone
Your tone switch sound like you dig your own ditch

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

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

Shit you never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass
it blast 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 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 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 and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with 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
They essay's is my partna, stamp on the end

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

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

And we with some killas, niggas 'bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers and 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 rollin' with 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 hatas and you

Down south rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
Down slangin' rollin' with these 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 to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin' these niggas the way

Let the Psalm say, he died as a
Sooner than later, shoulda pop 'em since the
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 pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always claimin'
know N.O., dank, and elevate

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

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

Down south slangin' rollin' 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
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