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

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

1008 grams in the trunk, a Kilo for you punks
Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as
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 chop rocks
It's a never game, and my hustle don't stop
It's a devestating pain when I use my

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

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I got the properest
From the weed to the board to the
Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so up?
in the cut
Don't let them no what's happenin' with us
Because they to bust a nigga nuts
And have me hard to some handcuffs
So I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth
I fuck with my gambino's
everything that 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 ain't listenin' on three way
tap our frequency
So we got to watch what we say, from New to L.A
We got money to make, Gotti, I play for stakes
No mistakes involved, cause it cause us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no from us thug
Told me guns, or
So nigga
Keep that on the hush

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

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