Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

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

Chasing this check I'm not athletics
But I my money in lockers
If I make the call just I got young shooters
Who ride American choppers
They for deal in that kitchen they cooking
A fool with the D like
No medical but for the right price
They prescribe like a doctor
Drop this wet, I it rainy weather
Chopper's disconnected like it's not
Mister Truth is fly and I am not a
I just hold rocks up like I'm Roc-A-Fella
If your bitch is then I am not the seller
She can be with me what I'm not to tell her
Like to play it low like I'm a
If she here for dick I am not to fill her
Give me my check if not a later
Swangers I'm tippin', should've been
Look like a 'cause everything is Gator
You don't like me, bitch you been a hater
I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I should've been a
Fuckin' with me, the is where I leave ya
Gon' be a minute 'fore relieve yah
Got bitch jumpin' like you had a seizure

Young takin' 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 niggas throwin' up sets
Us niggas running these checks
jam I still no flex
Wearin' Nikes when I'm running a check
I'm on that same thing, look at change man
I'm just running a mothafuckin' check dawg
Give me my man
This ain't no man, look how this chain hang
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' dawg

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