Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

Young nigga takin' off on them
Young nigga in that work
Young nigga let chopper do the murking
No Nowitzki but I leave him in the
niggas throwin' up their sets
Us niggas running these checks
Hundred jam I no flex
Nikes when I'm running through a check
I'm on that thing, look at this change man
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' dawg
Give me my man
This ain't no man, look how this chain hang
I'm just running through a check dawg

Chasing this check I'm not talking
But I keep my in lockers
If I make the call just know I got shooters
Who like American choppers
They hustle for deal in that they cooking
A with the D like Ibaka
No dealer but for the right price
They Actavis like a doctor
Drop this wet, I call it rainy
disconnected like it's not together
Mister is fly and I am not a feather
I just hold these rocks up I'm Roc-A-Fella
If your bitch is lame then I am not the
She can be me it's what I'm not to tell her
Like to it low like I'm a acapella
If she for dick then I am not to fill her
me my check if not a minute later
Swangers I'm tippin', should've been
like a swamp 'cause everything is Gator
You like me, then bitch you been a hater
I'm bitch, I'm sick I should've been a fever
Fuckin' with me, the trunk is I leave ya
be a minute 'fore someone relieve yah
Got this bitch like you had a seizure

Young nigga off on them percs
Young puttin' in that work
Young let that chopper do the murking
No Nowitzki but I him in the dirt
Young throwin' up their sets
Us niggas through these checks
jam I still no flex
Wearin' Nikes I'm running through a check
I'm on same thing, look at this change man
I'm just running through a check dawg
me my change man
This ain't no game man, look how chain hang
I'm just running a mothafuckin' check dawg

You not them racks, oh where they do that at?
My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my are sittin' on wet
I told that lil bitch to hop into my coupe, treat her a lil pet
Copped me a then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it
I got shooters
They pull up with and all kind of TEC 9s and Uzis
We talk on the phone I just 'em stay reckless
My bitch she gon' shoot, she a
Chinese and
Her looking closed
She chase 'til she capture me
These pigs are so me
This ice on my is so wet like it baptize me
I get dope from the Pope
While I get sex on the boat
I can't her, she better stay afloat
I'll detain a baby for that
Whip it! Whip it! 'Til I a stroke
Cook it, it, catch it, no Ebola
my dogs like bacon no con-soda
Told you I bang red, Coca Cola