Luyện nghe bài hát Tekilla Sunrise

Killers in villas in Sante Fe
Eses all about play
Desell Marachi, to watch me
It's a Sunrise, over the sky
Tea rocks in the be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga
How big your blanks be, ain't nothin
I'm ready to cop three, to me papi
before the shots put out the
Call off Rockies
Yo pap they cockin the glocksies
Pap had to three, two sombreros ready to
mop me, drop me, proceeded the head of the click
Bread in fingertips
The sly chick out with three bricks
from out of the V-6, yeah mami peep this
Yeah you got that
This ebony G's to bust
One of the bastard get the heavenly
I'm runnin these
Yo luego, amigos
And up and we go
they decide to bring the beef burritos
While count the Fritos
I'm my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh
Big bag of the megalitos, whole kilos
Spot about vitos
with bullet belts up with torpedos
I'm leavin niggaz meat though when I draw heat yo
Tryin to leave me in the street yo
Mami ?? con

Showdown at sunset, I'm one wet
Slowly I step, my head sweats, my on my Tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and connect
All for the wreck, gotta my rep on the set
Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on back facin the sky
out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on roads
Makin my hand jerk from every I gave the first blow
Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they holes
Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I to God fuck
she could've been a model, Coke figure, instead
she bent it just like a Desperado, her hair hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- whose to follow?
Some cats behind cactuses
Clappin hazardous, who these is with low shot averages
Bustin right back at they cabbages, em flashbacks
of baby carriages, mexican inside this Lex is
to crash my shit, drivin reckless
Look like he
Pulled the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega his neck hit
and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust two shots
at ones standin with cannons up on the rooftops
that drew glocks, but my spot em for two blocks
I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall doin dew drops
Two more shots came out doors
I'm blowin shit up like wars
I got no room for
Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet bored
Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his
the can when shit hit the fan
Fuckin around this G Rap the Hitman

"This is White reporting live from the town of
Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead
THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at
thr moment but -- this appears to be a deal gone bad.
Mexican authorities have just on the HIDEOUS scene
and will be issuing a shortly.
This is Mary White reporting live from the of
Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. to you DICK."

at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
Slowly I step, my head sweats, my on my Tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies
All for the wreck, support my rep on the set
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or
Leavin my rivals, flat on they back the sky
From out the left, took last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise