Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louie

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

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

I'm from the of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
Jettin off with Cox, I'll see ya later
not cuz I got somethin hot
In the Navigator, in the parkin lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde than The LOX
I keep 'em both cocked, nina and
Now tell me boys have ya her
Have you her, nine millimeter
Makin believas
Hop out the two seater, in a Vokal beater
Levi's from the cleaners
Heavy with the cuff
Like it leave it to beaver
me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield
Rollin down Hanley Hills, in a black Deville
I used to love it when they hit me for a
Maybe a bopper, I kept it
A non-stopper, the clock-a
Now cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh

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

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

Sunday mornin, crack of dawn and I'm
Natural Bridge and Kingshighway is I'm goin
Wake up man and blowin
Gotta get juices flowin
Now I'm tell ya one more time
For you cats that just ain't
Hey, you can me in St. Louie
In the hole me Fetty and Leezy gettin swoll
Grabbin the Optimo, sharpin up my
Practicin for my shows, usually how it goes
We be ready to go, the chronic already
Swingin through O'Fallon Sounds, knockin out of
Like a boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost
The one gettin where he at and he showed you who was the boss
I'm a human hot sauce
I'll burn your thoughts
Your information was
I'll show you what it costs
In the M I letter crooked 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)
got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just smoke and all day

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

Now in the middle we it crunk and jiggy
Love 'Pac and
The way that you love sticky
Louie he have you pissy
Mix hen and crissy
Bumpin Tim and
Slim he used to diss me
In the red
Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day
Can't be a house guest Kato
I'm a dog I said it
Now me snoopy
Wouldn't me in a hoopie
Now you see me in a
In of utopia, I'm hopin ya
Come down herd chippin, may I'm ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we ya
And when the come down
Get ghostin ya (god us)
Loax with us, how he jokes with us
My daddy told me that I'm supposed to
Don't be us
It no joke in us
the North, South, East, West coast, and us

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