Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

Young takin' off on them percs
Young puttin' in that work
Young nigga let that chopper do the
No Nowitzki but I leave him in the
Young niggas throwin' up sets
Us running through these checks
Hundred jam I no flex
Wearin' when I'm running through a check
I'm on that same thing, at this change man
I'm running through a mothafuckin' check dawg
me my change man
This no game man, look how this chain hang
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' check

Chasing this check I'm not athletics
But I my money in lockers
If I the call just know I got young shooters
Who ride American choppers
hustle for deal in that kitchen they cooking
A fool with the D like
No medical but for the right price
prescribe Actavis like a doctor
Drop this wet, I call it rainy
Chopper's disconnected it's not together
Mister Truth is fly and I am not a
I just these rocks up like I'm Roc-A-Fella
If your bitch is lame I am not the seller
She can be with me it's what I'm not to her
to play it low like I'm a acapella
If she here for then I am not to fill her
Give me my if not a minute later
Swangers I'm tippin', should've waiter
like a swamp 'cause everything is Gator
You don't like me, then 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
be a minute 'fore someone relieve yah
Got this jumpin' like you had a seizure

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

You not gettin' 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 Vette then I wrecked it, I copped a Bentley and wrecked it
I got shooters
They up with woolas 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
and Japanese
Her eyes looking
She gon' 'til she capture me
These are so after me
This ice on my neck is so wet it baptize me
I get that dope the Pope
While I get sex on the banana
I can't save her, she stay afloat
I'll detain a baby for that
Whip it! Whip it! I have a stroke
Cook it, it, catch it, no Ebola
Treat my dogs like no con-soda
Told you once I bang red, Coca