Luyện nghe bài hát Tequila

Rock the
the beat

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

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

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

Semi-automatic shotgun a herb
When I trip then, unload the clip
Not giving a is the motto
gobble and swallow, we bust 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 while they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get their 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 their on

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga older
And another gift from a lick to a cheap trick
All a nigga get it get rich

Overnight flight to the top, first
Miss Lady got a nice ass, as you want to be
Lady follow me, I'm a southwest G
Team with

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

Mack-a-jack with the checkered
all bad, make me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

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

This is for my killas that 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

We organized the killings, be playin' the plots
around here, you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking run the block
Pop, pop one of they drop

I told y'all niggas never come here
y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard the day to dark
Like the fourth of July the candles spark

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

So soon we'll take your shit, your ass, fuck your bitch
Never it would happen but it did, you trick
niggas can't fuck with this

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

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