Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louie

Mmmmm you can find me in St.
Where the gun ring all day (nanana)
Some got and some sell yea'
Others smoke and fuck all day

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and some yea'
Others just smoke and all day

I'm the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later
Maybe not cuz I got hot
In the Navigator, waitin in the lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ruff-er than The LOX
I keep 'em cocked, nina and sabrina
Now tell me boys have ya her
Have you her, nine millimeter
Makin believas
Hop out the two seater, in a wife beater
Levi's fresh the cleaners
starch with the cuff
Like it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the Galleria, of Chesterfield
Rollin down Hanley Hills, in a Sedan Deville
I used to it when they hit me for a rocker
Maybe a bopper, I kept it
A non-stopper, around the
Now it's cool to up the Benz and helicopta, uh

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
Where the gun ring all day (nanana)
Some got and some sell yea'
Others smoke and fuck all day

you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun ring all day (nanana)
Some got and some sell yea'
Others smoke and fuck all day

Sunday mornin, of dawn and I'm yawnin
Natural Bridge and Kingshighway is I'm goin
up man and start blowin
Gotta get those juices
Now I'm tell ya one more time
For you that just ain't knowin
Hey, you can me in St. Louie
In the hole with me Fetty and gettin swoll
the Optimo, sharpin up my flow
Practicin for my shows, that's usually how it
We be to go, the chronic already rolled
Swingin through Sounds, knockin out of control
Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Frost
The one who's gettin where he at and he showed you who was the
I'm a human hot sauce
Thinkin burn your thoughts
Your information was
show you just what it costs
In the M I crooked letter letter O U R I
No one do it better, hey

you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gun play all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and some sell
just smoke and fuck all day

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and some yea'
just smoke and fuck all day

Now in the middle we keep it crunk and
Love 'Pac and
The way that you love sticky
Call Louie he have you
Mix with hen and
Bumpin Tim and
With Slim he to diss me
In the red
Thats Okay though, she can for the day though
even be a house guest Kato
I'm a dog I said it
Now call me
Wouldn't have me in a
Now you see me in a
In of utopia, I'm hopin ya
down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we ya
And the heat come down
Get ya (god bless us)
Loax with us, how he jokes with us
My told me that I'm supposed to bust
Don't be us
It ain't no in us
Just the North, South, East, coast, and us

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
Where the gun play all day (nanana)
Some got and some sell yea'
just smoke and fuck all day