Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, on, come on, come on
nothin' nice or sweet
They don't even understand this

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

I come through on the block strapped, bubba
For the summer in a orange pumpkin hummer
Stumblin the Courvoisier and lots of hay
And make me run in your and take your pops away

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

Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly
Leave a nigga redder swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, nothin' nice

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

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

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

(Unverified) off the
Don't leave without the
this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and

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

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

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

Everybody freeze and drop when lil' wheezy
And niggas be like Q-Tip they breath and stop
or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and eagle that be's the

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

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

I'm wild, and wheezy violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like
Ride around your 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 back of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues