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 niggas in the

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

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

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

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

you ain't never seen
Twenty tank rounds eatin' up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back
I put my down, picked up my ass kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass

The last nigga figured, he had a
To make it to that chopper, in his pants
the murder man dance
But we shine clusters, to leave you in the dust
'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 and you bustas
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
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

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

Two block solid, one worth one
I rock it up my and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin' 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 that shit to lean
I'm down with DJ screw and 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 pimp and a
to get rid of all you hatas
And you pussy ass bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
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 hustlers
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 friendly to with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown
From the wrong way, I'm killin' these the Jones way

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

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

My rank, you call it? Bustin' out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin', blowin' up 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
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' 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

Down south slangin' 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
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