Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me What You're Lookin' For

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Tell me you're lookin' for, what you want?
Look my trunk you can find what you want

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a for you punks
Kane and Abel in this bitch, rich as Trump
Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans Houston
Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell
Get some B12, get out pots
When I get there we gonna cook and these rocks
It's a never ending game, and my hustle stop
It's a devestating when I use my glock

Chrome duce dutton and a 600
High as the fuck, but we can get blunted
TRU niggaz talk, ya yap, ya get punished
A hundred G's in the stash (all hundreds)
Nigga to wreck shop
Post it up, on the block, rocks and my polo socks
Just a nigga hustle out the trunk for dough
Got the chip, flip by the corner store

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I got the product
From the weed to the to the pluck
chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?
in the cut
Don't let feds no what's happenin' with us
Because they to bust a nigga nuts
And have me hard to wear handcuffs
So I my eyes open and my mouth shut
I only fuck with my
Cause everything I do is illegal
racketeering to casinos to choppin' weight
With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and
On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't on three way
They tap our
So we got to watch what we say, New Orleans to L.A
We got money to make, Gotti, I for high stakes
No mistakes involved, cause it could us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no from us thug
me guns, or blood
So what?
Keep shit on the hush

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And step to the way
Niggaz me to take it easy
I won't, but I face death when you squeeze me
Put the automatic glock, up inside the fist of a mask man
Ski man, yeah man, doin' bad man, cash man
I'm hound out, my hood, hit blasa
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in
First night murder, that's how we do it, how we did it
Who did it?
You your boy, ? that run with No Limit
It was in some, camaro, fuckin' window was tinted
They had in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in it
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Niggaz respect that there
I'm a No Limit
I can't neglect there
'em camoflague on my duty
Hand me the to the dooley
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when these wanna do me
About this here, head bustin', cuttin'
Finger type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'

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