Luyện nghe bài hát Slugs

Young nigga takin' off on percs
Young nigga puttin' in that
Young nigga let that do the murking
No Nowitzki but I leave him in the
Young niggas up their sets
Us niggas through these checks
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 just running through a mothafuckin' dawg
me my change man
This ain't no game man, look how chain hang
I'm just running through a check dawg

Chasing this check I'm not talking
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 kitchen they cooking
A fool with the D Ibaka
No medical dealer but for the price
They prescribe like a doctor
Drop this wet, I call it weather
disconnected like it's not together
Mister Truth is fly and I am not a
I just hold rocks up like I'm Roc-A-Fella
If your bitch is lame then I am not the
She can be with me it's 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 if not a minute later
Swangers I'm tippin', should've waiter
Look like a swamp 'cause is Gator
You don't like me, then bitch you a hater
I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I been a fever
Fuckin' with me, the is where I leave ya
be a minute 'fore someone relieve yah
Got bitch jumpin' like you had a seizure

Young takin' off on them percs
Young nigga puttin' in work
Young nigga let that do the murking
No Nowitzki but I him in the dirt
Young niggas throwin' up their
Us running through these checks
Hundred jam I no flex
Wearin' 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 hang
I'm just running a mothafuckin' check dawg

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