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 you want

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you
Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as
Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from
Alsmost home, hit on the cell phone
Get B12, get out some pots
When I get we gonna cook and chop these rocks
It's a never ending game, and my hustle stop
It's a devestating pain when I use my

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

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I got the properest
From the weed to the board to the
Some chip to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?
in the cut
Don't let feds no what's happenin' with us
they love to bust a nigga nuts
And have me to wear some handcuffs
So I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth
I only fuck with my
Cause that I do is illegal
racketeering to casinos to choppin' weight
With my 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 watch we say, from New Orleans to L.A
We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high
No involved, cause it could cause us to fall
Snitch nigga, slugs, ain't no love from us thug
Told me guns, or
So nigga
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 face death when you me
Put the automatic glock, up inside the clutched of a mask man
Ski mask man, yeah man, bad man, cash man
I'm hound out, play my hood, hit
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in
night murder, that's how we do it, thats how we did it
Who did it?
You know your boy, ? that run with No
It was in some, camaro, fuckin' window was tinted
They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, had toys in it
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Niggaz gonna that there
I'm a No soldier
I neglect that there
Give 'em camoflague on my
me the keys to the dooley
Give me a proof, 2 PK's, when these niggaz wanna do me
About here, head bustin', throat cuttin'
funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'

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