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 you can find what you want

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

Chrome duce and a chrome 600
as the fuck, but we can still get blunted
TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get
A hundred G's cash in the (all hundreds)
Nigga bout to 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 properest
the weed to the board to the pluck
Some phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?
in the cut
Don't let them no what's happenin' with us
Because they love to a nigga nuts
And have me hard to some handcuffs
So I keepin' my open and my mouth shut
I only fuck my gambino's
Cause everything that I do is
From to casinos to choppin' weight
my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel
On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't on three way
They tap our
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 could us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no from us thug
Told me guns, or
So nigga
Keep that 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 man, yeah man, doin' bad man, cash man
I'm out, play my hood, hit blasa
the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in knots
First night murder, that's how we do it, 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, they had in it
Blooded
Niggaz gonna respect there
I'm a No Limit
I can't that there
Give 'em camoflague on my
me the keys to the dooley
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, these niggaz wanna do me
this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'
Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke

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