Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

Niggas on the corner, nigga in the penitentiary
Nigga, this muthafuckin' free
This for all the niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told y'all muthafuckas no limit

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

my pleasure 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, off that torch nigga
it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn 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
'Cause it thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker

The last nigga figured, he had a
To it to that chopper, shit 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 muthafuckin'

Boy, we down south slangin' 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' 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

I got the cocaine lady, lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for
Two outta one, 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 it up with bun
A fulla stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a chip up in my

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

And we ridin' with killas, niggas 'bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers and like piranhas
I'm sweet James Jones, a and a hustler
Tryin' to get rid of all you
And you muthafuckin' pussy ass

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with 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

Down south slangin' 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

What's the sense of it
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 as a hata
than later, shoulda pop 'em since the incubator
My is droppin' heron, at the Sharon lookin', death dead on
Knowin' I was dead

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

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

Boy, we down south 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 hatas and you

Down south rollin' 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 and you bustas

Down south slangin' 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
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