Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

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

this check I'm not talking athletics
But I keep my in lockers
If I make the call just know I got shooters
Who ride American choppers
They hustle for deal in that kitchen they
A fool with the D Ibaka
No dealer but for the right price
prescribe Actavis like a doctor
Drop wet, I call it rainy weather
Chopper's disconnected like not together
Mister Truth is fly and I am not a
I just hold these up like I'm Roc-A-Fella
If your bitch is lame then I am not the
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', been waiter
Look like a 'cause everything is Gator
You don't like me, then you been a hater
I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I been a fever
Fuckin' me, the trunk is where I leave ya
Gon' be a minute 'fore someone yah
Got this bitch like you had a seizure

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

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