Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

Yo, what's up nigga? the colonel, MP
But uh Fiend nigga it's your muthafuckin' time to
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, every nigga in the
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin'
This for all the niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told muthafuckas ain't no limit

You muthafucka, I don't where you comin' from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone
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' 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 kerosene
Mixed 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 mack down, picked up my ass
it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker

The nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to chopper, shit in his pants
Make the man dance
But we like 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' with these 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
Down south slangin' rollin' with these
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

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

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

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

And we ridin' with some killas, niggas they drama
Pimp a wheelers and bitches like piranhas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a
Tryin' to get rid of all you
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' rollin' with 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
Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

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

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

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

My rank, what you it? Bustin' 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 gettin' rid of

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