Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

Young nigga off on them percs
Young nigga puttin' in work
Young nigga let that chopper do the
No but I leave him in the dirt
Young niggas throwin' up sets
Us niggas through 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 through a mothafuckin' check dawg
me my change man
This ain't no game man, look how this chain
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' check

Chasing check I'm not talking athletics
But I keep my in lockers
If I the call just know I got young shooters
Who ride like choppers
They hustle for deal in kitchen they cooking
A fool with the D Ibaka
No dealer but for the right price
They Actavis like a doctor
Drop wet, I call it rainy weather
Chopper's disconnected like it's not
Truth 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 me it's what 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
Give me my check if not a 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 sick bitch, I'm sick I should've a fever
with me, the trunk is where I leave ya
Gon' be a minute 'fore relieve yah
Got this bitch jumpin' 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 niggas up their sets
Us niggas through these checks
Hundred jam I no flex
Wearin' when I'm running through a check
I'm on that same thing, look at change man
I'm just running through a check dawg
Give me my man
This ain't no game man, look how this chain
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' check

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 to hop into 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 shooters
They pull up with and all kind of TEC 9s and Uzis
We talk on the phone I just tell 'em reckless
My she gon' shoot, she a buddha
and Japanese
Her looking closed
She gon' chase she capture me
These are so after me
This ice on my is so wet like it baptize me
I get dope from the Pope
While I get sex on the banana
I can't save her, she stay afloat
detain a baby for that dope
Whip it! Whip it! 'Til I a stroke
Cook it, throw it, it, no Ebola
Treat my dogs like bacon no
Told you once I bang red, Cola