Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Dro

I'm smokin' dro, O's
Beat with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, paint, lookin' purty

See I'm addicted to fast life, it's hard to slow me down
When ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya ain't around
You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a clip
we started choppin' O's off in this empty apartment

See I was, in the track, and my back is the target
With a hammer on my side lookin' like I'm carpets
See you flip it you get it nigga, we hangin' like this cable
On my way, to I-20 I gotta play in Decatur

See I'm ridin' and I'm blowin' on twenty bills
'Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around
Stayin' true to the prestige and the economic
I still stacked 100 G's in my momma's attic

Stackin' Kraft-matics, Willie sleepin' on the cheese
See we got and the D's and the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin' in C.P. with a glock-40 as my
On the block, with the top back, blowin' out that up

I'm dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, purty

I'm dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin'
I'm dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, paint, lookin' purty

You know I-20 Regal's - cuttin' cutters
Since my wood got no stains; be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the, lookin' pretty
If dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin' Tity

On my system so loud, they call the cops on me
show that ass proud, and make it drop for me
This is how a ride, in A.T.L.
And if the drop pull me over, I hide the scales

Blowin' dro out the song booth, windows tinted
Ridin' clean Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
Got my seat way back, arm out the window
Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, armed when they in

I a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala
Ludacris, the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow
Gettin ready for the summer get cars out and fix it
it comes to that ridin' and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga

I'm smokin' dro, O's
Beat knockin' with the big choppin' nigga
I'm dro, choppin' O's
dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, O's
Beat knockin' the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, O's
dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

Yo, gotta get monkey off my back, sir
I'm dro and choppin' O's up in my 'llac, sir
Where the you at when them little bitty animals attack, sir?
I'm in the trap and I get caught up in a rap-ture relax, sir

It's like cata-racts to me, it has to be
A of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in proud
And Rhap-sody, the sack of is wrote and now
So pot-ent now the is squeezed

So clap and be happy to be nappy and
Just keep on but nobody comes af-ter me
One hit from the blunt I stop drop, roll
Really really fuck with the glock, glock? No

They so better hit that block, slow
On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go
You could watch Georgia tech' blow
If I don't get of that wet wet wet wet dro

I'm dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin'
I'm dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, paint, lookin' purty

I'm dro, choppin' O's
knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin'