Luyện nghe bài hát Tequilla

Rock the
Rock the

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

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their 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
Smash and mash your body, another day
Real high until your pistols ain't for the sky
quarter pound of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't gonna change
So fuck you from

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

This is for my that shoot 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

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride 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 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 a fuck, I will make a tick know what's up
up, finish up when I bust a nut
I'm in your girl's guts screaming, her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

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

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

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

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

I told y'all niggas never around here
'Cause y'all don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody whether the day to dark
Like the fourth of when the candles spark

Always knew what I to see
And that's paper, have next to G's
nothing but killers hanging with me
Blast any nigga who left to me

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

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they 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 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