Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

Young nigga off on them percs
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 through checks
jam I still no flex
Wearin' Nikes when I'm running through a
I'm on same thing, look at this change man
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' check
Give me my man
This no game man, look how this chain hang
I'm just running through a check dawg

Chasing this check I'm not athletics
But I keep my in lockers
If I make the call know I got young shooters
Who ride American choppers
They hustle for deal in kitchen they cooking
A with the D like Ibaka
No medical dealer but for the right
They Actavis like a doctor
Drop this wet, I call it weather
Chopper's disconnected it's not together
Mister is fly and I am not a feather
I just these rocks up like I'm Roc-A-Fella
If bitch is lame then I am not the seller
She can be with me it's I'm not to tell her
Like to it low like I'm a acapella
If she here for dick then I am not to her
me my check if not a minute later
Swangers I'm tippin', been waiter
Look like a 'cause everything is Gator
You don't like me, then bitch you a hater
I'm bitch, I'm sick I should've been a fever
Fuckin' me, the trunk is where I leave ya
Gon' be a minute 'fore relieve yah
Got this bitch jumpin' like you had a

Young takin' off on them percs
nigga puttin' in that work
Young nigga let 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 no flex
Wearin' Nikes I'm running through a check
I'm on that same thing, at this change man
I'm just running a mothafuckin' check dawg
me my change man
This ain't no game man, how this chain hang
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' 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 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
pull up with woolas and all kind of TEC 9s and Uzis
We talk on the phone I tell 'em stay reckless
My she gon' shoot, she a buddha
and Japanese
Her eyes closed
She chase 'til she capture me
These pigs are so me
This ice on my neck is so wet it baptize me
I get that dope the Pope
I get sex on the banana boat
I can't save her, she better stay
I'll detain a for that dope
Whip it! Whip it! 'Til I have a
Cook it, throw it, catch it, no
Treat my like bacon no con-soda
Told you once I bang red, Cola