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

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

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

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

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

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

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