Luyện nghe bài hát Stripes

[Chorus - Young
Run D MC, run D MC, if I'm riding low key I got D on me
And nigga we don't care, because nigga ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them by the pair (X2)
Run D MC, run D MC, run D MC, run D MC
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the

1 - Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, stay on the grind so how you gone up the stick up man?
357 to the Teeth bitch I hope you pick up a plan
I got that Ochocinco, eight five for two hundred fifty
Drove that heroin straight from New York in my minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I thinking about popping you
So you better not search this car, I'm so hot I'm off the
Fuck a threat, I you
I won't go to jail
like every time a nigga try to make a sale
These bitches go and tell
This here fresh off the scale
White send bricks in an M3
When I'm breaking down this dope
I'ma beat that shit a MP
Say they murk me for ten G's
That don't offend me
A nigga had striped before this rap
I run D and I MC

[Verse 2 - Young
I even use a tote, I just pull in the garage
Tony Montana shit, look a mirage
Put the yay on the counter, about the it a massage
I whip them bitches two at a time, yeah I
Car full of bags, looking I been shopping
Vic' across the street, yeah them watching
Oh well, got to eat, that's why I it
This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas to look at
I been riding all day, that's what my neighbors just me
Six eight for the nine, my neighbors might owe me
Riding so dirty, made the bird take a
But when it dried off it was a bird and a