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

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

1008 grams in the trunk, a Kilo for you punks
and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump
Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans Houston
Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the phone
Get some B12, get out some
When I get there we gonna cook and chop these
a never ending game, and my hustle don't stop
It's a devestating pain I use my glock

Chrome duce and a chrome 600
as the fuck, but we can still get blunted
TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get
A hundred G's in the stash (all hundreds)
Nigga to wreck shop
Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my socks
Just a young nigga hustle out the for dough
Got the chip, flip by the corner store

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I got the properest
From the to the board to the pluck
Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so up?
in the cut
Don't let feds no what's happenin' with us
Because they love to a nigga nuts
And have me hard to wear some
So I keepin' my eyes and my mouth shut
I fuck with my gambino's
Cause everything I do is illegal
From racketeering to casinos to choppin'
my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel
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, from New to L.A
We got to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes
No mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to
nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no love from us thug
Told me guns, or
So what?
that shit on the hush

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

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