Luyện nghe bài hát Tall Cans in The Air

"nobody move, get hurt"

Take a look around baby, yeh my crews ugly
But we still got the most game, the most
The most hos, the most honeys, so funny
How you hate my guts but at the same time love me
From the lincoln to the gold to the bike
I always catch you hatin' but you know that you
What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing
I'm chillin' smokin' chronic you're chokin' on stress

Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em ... fuck you!

I see you're mad at the fact that my stay fat
Is it the cash I made on whacks or the sacks?
To the crew I roll with or the one that you
I wish you come around, I'd lay you flat on your back
You better hope you fuckin' me if you see me drinkin' whiskey
You know, me and get way past tipsy
Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it
Catchin tats at 3 a.m., head to toe, to joker

cans in the air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2]

I never sing, no, never, I shout
coming clean forever, without a doubt
Like a machine gun trigger, you'd better out
Yeh, transplants don't give a fuck, that's where at
So here we come again our original style
I said 'who the fuck are you? I here for a while.'
We got distillers, afi, lfb, and sound
Transplants are fearless and the most

cans in the air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2]
"nobody move, get hurt"
cans in the air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2]

If you think I give a fuck, well you better think
U.s. thugs, wolfpack, and I nothing nice
Check the date and time, lyrically hate crimes
from the cord of my mic, now it's hang time
Blow minds with rhymes designed to break
Transplants through and we're one of a kind
With a crow to your doe', make you flip like a
Two tall and a packet of blackjacks

Tall in the air, let me see 'em ... fuck you! [x2]