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 their on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

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

up, all the homies bang
Round up all the little locs, as the sky
Smash and mash your body, just day
Real high until your ain't reached for the sky
This quarter of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't gonna change
So where you from

shotgun blast a herb
When I trip then, then the clip
Not giving a fuck is the
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

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

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel
Cap for the soldiers, have a nigga feel older
And another gift from a sweet to a cheap trick
All a nigga get 'cause it get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always knew I wanted to see
And that's having paper, next to G's
Ain't nothing but hanging with me
Blast any who steppin' 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 can't fuck this

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
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 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