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 inside my trunk you can what you want

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you
and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump
Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from
Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the phone
Get some B12, get out some
When I get there we gonna cook and these rocks
It's a ending game, and my hustle don't stop
It's a pain when I use my glock

Chrome duce dutton and a 600
High as the fuck, but we can still get
TRU don't talk, ya yap, ya get punished
A hundred G's cash in the (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, flip 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 what's with us
Because they love to a nigga nuts
And have me hard to wear handcuffs
So I keepin' my eyes open and my shut
I only fuck with my
everything that I do is illegal
From to casinos to choppin' weight
With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and and Abel
On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the ain't listenin' 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 stakes
No mistakes involved, it could cause us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, no love from us thug
me guns, or blood
So nigga
Keep that on the hush

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And step to the way
Niggaz with me to take it
I won't, but I can't face death when you me
Put the glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask man
Ski mask man, yeah man, doin' bad man, man
I'm hound out, play my hood, hit
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, 'em tied up in knots
First 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 in it, they had toys in it
Blooded
Niggaz gonna that there
I'm a No Limit
I can't neglect there
'em camoflague on my duty
Hand me the to the dooley
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when these wanna do me
About this here, head bustin', cuttin'
Finger funk type shit, give a nigga, smoke somethin'

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