Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

Niggas on the corner, nigga in the penitentiary
Nigga, this busta free
This for all the real niggas and out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told y'all 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 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, off that torch nigga
Straighten it out starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of kerosene
with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene

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

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

Boy, we south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas 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 cocaine lady, lady, by the key
I get whole for ten, double up for seventeen
Two outta one, on it to win
They 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 fulla stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone

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

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

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

Down south slangin' rollin' with these
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 of it all?
Pimpin', powder, and pussy tryin' to pennies
Payin' off, so friendly to flip my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm these niggas the Jones way

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

From the sad songs, have you to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from
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 coke and cat
My livin', resist the no limit and stashin' a
the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we gettin' rid of bustas

Boy, we south slangin' rollin' 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 hatas and you

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

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
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