Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, come on, come on, on
Ain't nothin' nice or
They don't much understand this

Look, now when I crawl up out the rove' I got and O's
Forty under my clothes, I'm drunk and blow
And I done told boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' everyday slumped in gutters

I come through on the strapped, bumpin' bubba
For the summer in a bright pumpkin hummer
Stumblin from the Courvoisier and of hay
And make me run in your place and take your away

See, they got niggas in my who can't cop the yay
So I can get it and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and
And try to all the bone structure out your face

Stick a on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nice

Ain't nothin' nice around here,
Keep playin', you won't see year, stupid
And in the van a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll his father right in front of him
None of 'em are for the trouble I'm 'bout

up in a bubble, hop out
Then let a pop out
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at your
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your

(Unverified) off the
Don't leave the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', it's glocks and millimeters

Run up on your family and pop senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, just that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed lil' baby
is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy

Technically I'll murder anyone who me
Seventeen Carollton, with me, I bury one
eighty, I carry one
Come to kill up everyone,

Ain't nothin' nice around here,
Keep playin', you won't see next year,
And in the van a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the

freeze and drop when lil' wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and
Believe or not, the ten G's a wat
I die apple and eagle that be's the block

And he's so hot that four degrees the spot
And weed and vodka got me beat a cop
I grease the glock, the with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin'

Follow me, in the family die sourly
drop hourly, ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in window while you're sleepin', take your child with me

I'm wild, and more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer Stoudamire
around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by, ya

Ain't nothin' nice around here,
Keep playin', you won't see next year,
And in the van there's a box in the full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to 'em the blues