Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louie

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

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

I'm from the 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 ya seen her
Have you her, nine millimeter
Makin niggas
Hop out the two seater, in a Vokal beater
Levi's fresh from the
Heavy starch with the
Like fuck it it to beaver
me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield
Rollin down Hanley Hills, in a black Deville
I used to it when they hit me for a rocker
Maybe a bopper, I it proper
A non-stopper, the clock-a
Now it's cool to pull up the and helicopta, uh

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

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

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

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

Mmmmm you can find me in St.
Where the gun ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and sell yea'
Others just smoke and 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
Tim and Missy
With Slim he to diss me
In the red
Okay though, she can ride for the day though
Can't even be a guest Kato
I'm a dog I said it
Now call me
have me in a hoopie
Now you see me in a
In front of utopia, I'm ya
down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we ya
And when the come down
Get ya (god bless us)
with us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me I'm supposed to bust
Don't be us
It ain't no in us
the North, South, East, West coast, and us

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