Luyện nghe bài hát Tequilla

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the beat

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

This is for my killas that 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told y'all niggas never around here
'Cause motherfuckers don't pump no fear
Ain't hard whether the day to dark
Like the fourth of July when the spark

knew what I wanted to see
And that's having paper, have to G's
Ain't but killers hanging with me
Blast any who steppin' left to me

So soon we'll your shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch
Never thought it happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas can't fuck this

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