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, a Kilo for you punks
Kane and in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump
Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New from Houston
Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell
Get some B12, get out 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 when I use my glock

Chrome dutton and a chrome 600
High as the fuck, but we can get blunted
TRU don't talk, ya yap, ya get punished
A hundred G's cash in the (all hundreds)
Nigga bout to shop
it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socks
Just a young nigga hustle out the for dough
Got the chip, flip phones by the store

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I got the product
the weed 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
Because they love to bust a nuts
And me hard to wear some handcuffs
So I keepin' my open and my mouth shut
I only fuck my gambino's
Cause everything I do is illegal
From racketeering to casinos to weight
my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel
On a highway, cell on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three way
They tap our
So we got to watch what we say, 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 love us thug
me guns, or blood
So nigga
Keep that on the hush

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And step to the way
Niggaz me to take 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, man, doin' bad man, cash man
I'm hound out, my hood, hit blasa
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, 'em tied up in knots
First night murder, that's how we do it, how we did it
Who did it?
You your boy, ? that run with No Limit
It was in some, white camaro, fuckin' was tinted
They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had in it
Blooded
Niggaz respect that there
I'm a No Limit
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 these wanna do me
this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'
Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke

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