Luyện nghe bài hát Tequila

Rock the
the beat

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

Blaze up, all the homies
up all the little locs, high as the sky
Smash and mash your body, another day
Real until your pistols ain't reached for the sky
This pound of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never change
So where you from

Semi-automatic blast a herb
When I trip then, then unload the
Not giving a is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we hallows
And I'm first to launch off the heads nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure right after I the forty-four

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, a nigga feel older
And another from a sweet lick to a cheap trick
All a get 'cause it get rich

flight to the top, first class
Miss Lady got a nice ass, fast as you to be
Lady just me, I'm a southwest G
Team with

Straight giving a fuck, I will make a tick know up
Blowin' up, up when I bust a nut
I'm in girl's guts screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

with the checkered flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

We organized the killings, don't be the plots
around here, you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the
Pop, pop one of they homies

I told y'all niggas never come around
'Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no
Ain't nobody hard whether the day to
Like the of July when the candles spark

Always knew what I to see
And that's having paper, have to G's
Ain't nothing but hanging with me
Blast any nigga who left to me

So soon we'll take shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch
thought it would happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas fuck with this

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas that shoot
Con while they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on