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

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

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

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

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I got the product
From the weed to the board to the
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 some handcuffs
So I my eyes open and my mouth shut
I only fuck with my
everything that I do is illegal
From racketeering to casinos to choppin'
With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and and Abel
On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds listenin' on three way
tap our frequency
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 us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no love from us
me guns, or blood
So nigga
Keep that on the hush

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And to the breeze 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 clutched fist of a man
Ski mask man, yeah man, 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
First night murder, that's how we do it, how we did it
Who did it?
You know boy, ? that run with No Limit
It was in some, camaro, fuckin' window was tinted
They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, had toys in it
Blooded
Niggaz gonna respect there
I'm a No soldier
I can't that there
Give 'em camoflague on my
Hand me the keys to the
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when niggaz wanna do me
About this here, head bustin', throat
Finger funk shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'

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