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 what you

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

Chrome dutton 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)
Nigga bout to shop
Post it up, on the high block, 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 product
the weed to the board to the pluck
Some chip phones to 6 chromes, so whats up?
in the cut
Don't let them feds no what's with us
Because they love to a nigga nuts
And me hard to wear some handcuffs
So I keepin' my eyes and my mouth shut
I only with my gambino's
Cause everything I do is illegal
From racketeering to to choppin' weight
With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and
On a highway, phones on hopin' 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 for high 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 what?
Keep shit on the hush

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And step to the way
Niggaz with me to it easy
I won't, but I can't death when you squeeze 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
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in
First night murder, 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 boys in it, had toys in it
Blooded
Niggaz gonna respect that
I'm a No soldier
I can't 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, smoke

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