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

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

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a for you punks
Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as
Blowin' on the I-10 to New Orleans from Houston
Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell
Get some B12, get out pots
When I get there we gonna cook and chop these
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
High as the fuck, but we can get blunted
TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get
A hundred G's in the stash (all hundreds)
bout to wreck shop
Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo
Just a young hustle out the trunk for dough
Got the chip, phones by the corner store

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

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And to the breeze way
Niggaz me to take it easy
I won't, but I can't face death you squeeze me
Put the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a man
Ski mask man, man, doin' bad man, cash man
I'm hound out, my hood, hit blasa
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em up in knots
night 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, camaro, fuckin' window was tinted
They had in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in it
Blooded
Niggaz gonna respect that
I'm a No Limit
I can't neglect there
Give 'em on my duty
Hand me the keys to the
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, these niggaz wanna do me
this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'
Finger type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'

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