Luyện nghe bài hát Tekilla Sunrise

Killers in villas in Sante Fe
Eses all hammer play
Desell Marachi, to watch me
It's a Tekilla Sunrise, the sky
Tea in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga
How big your blanks be, nothin scot-free
I'm ready to cop three, to me papi
before the put out the Nazi's
Call off your
Yo pap they back the glocksies
Pap had to three, two sombreros ready to
mop me, me, proceeded with the head of the click
in their fingertips
The sly chick out with three bricks
from out of the V-6, yeah mami peep this
Yeah you got sweetness
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
before they decide to bring the beef
While count the Fritos
I'm my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh
Big bag of the megalitos, three kilos
Spot four vitos
with belts filled up with torpedos
I'm leavin niggaz tore though when I draw heat yo
to leave me dead in the street yo
Mami ?? con

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

I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt on dirt roads
Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the blow
Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin shirt holes
birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck
she been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead
she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to
Some behind some cactuses
Clappin hazardous, who these is with low shot averages
Bustin back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks
of baby carriages, this mexican this Lex is
tryin to crash my shit, drivin
like he desperate
Pulled the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega his neck hit
Body and head was seperate, totally
Bust back two
at ones that standin cannons up on the rooftops
that drew glocks, but my 20/20 em for two blocks
I'm wettin shit like it's they doin dew drops
Two more shots out saloon doors
I'm blowin shit up platoon wars
Hesitations I got no for
Assume sure, the head honcho was wounds bored
Out in the sand, gun was still in his hand
Kicked the can shit hit the fan
Fuckin around with G Rap the Hitman

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

Showdown at sunset, I'm one wet
Slowly I step, my sweats, my hand 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 open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla