Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

Yo, up nigga? This the colonel, MP
But uh nigga it's your muthafuckin' time to shine
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 in the penitentiary
Nigga, this muthafuckin' free
This for all the real and bitches out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, y'all muthafuckas ain't no limit

You muthafucka, I don't feel you comin' from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your bitch
Your tone 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, march nigga, fire off that torch
Straighten it out like starch
When I'm nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror

Shit you never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or down
I put my down, picked up my ass kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in ass quicker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from
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', the no limit and stashin' a duster
Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we gettin' rid of

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

Down slangin' 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 and you bustas

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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