Luyện nghe bài hát Tequilla

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

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get freak 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 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 gonna change
So fuck where you

Semi-automatic shotgun a herb
When I then, 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 I unload the forty-four

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they 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 that shoot tequilla
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 figures make a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, a nigga feel older
And gift from a sweet lick to a cheap trick
All a nigga get it get rich

Overnight 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 a tick know what's up
Blowin' up, finish up I bust a nut
I'm in girl's guts screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, fuck

Mack-a-jack with the flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the first to blast, Miss

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

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
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

We organized the killings, don't be the plots
Come 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
'Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no
Ain't nobody hard whether the day to
the fourth of July when the candles spark

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

So soon we'll take your shit, whoop your ass, your bitch
thought it would happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas can't fuck this

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
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

is for my killas that 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