Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Dro

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

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

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

See I'm ridin' and I'm on twenty dollar bills
'Cause we, only got that gold; you buy regular around here
true to the prestige and the economic status
I still stacked 100 G's in my momma's attic

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

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

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

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

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

Blowin' dro out the song booth, with tinted
clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
Got my pushed way back, arm out the window
Niggaz quick to a car-jack, armed when they in [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

like cata-racts to me, ac-tually it has to be
A fac-tory of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in
And Rhap-sody, the sack of trees is and now
So pot-ent now the track is

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

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

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

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