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

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Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you
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, gettin' as Trump
Blowin' skunk on the to New Orleans from Houston
home, hit Gotti on the cell phone
Get B12, get out some pots
When I get there we gonna and chop these rocks
It's a never ending game, and my hustle don't
It's a devestating pain I use my glock

Chrome duce and a chrome 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 young hustle out the trunk for dough
Got the chip, phones 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 them feds no happenin' with us
they love to bust a nigga nuts
And have me hard to some handcuffs
So I keepin' my eyes open and my shut
I only fuck my gambino's
Cause everything that I do is
From racketeering to casinos to weight
With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and
On a highway, cell phones on the feds ain't listenin' 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 high
No mistakes involved, it could cause us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, no love from us thug
Told me guns, or
So nigga
Keep that shit on the

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And step to the way
Niggaz with me to it easy
I won't, but I can't face death when you me
Put the automatic glock, up inside the fist of a mask man
Ski mask man, yeah man, 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 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, had P boys in it, they had toys in it
Blooded
Niggaz gonna respect that
I'm a No Limit
I neglect that there
'em camoflague on my duty
Hand me the keys to the
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when niggaz wanna do me
About here, head bustin', throat cuttin'
Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, somethin'

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