Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, come on, on, come on
Ain't nice or sweet
They even much 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 play I dump their mothers
Now they niggas everyday slumped in gutters

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

See, they got niggas in my 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 face

Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's quiet
a nigga 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,
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

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne doesn't to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father 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 up your nieces

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

Run up on your family and pop senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil'
Damn, hollow tips 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
Three eighty, I one
Come to kill up everyone,

Ain't nothin' around here, stupid
Keep playin', you see next year, stupid
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 give 'em the

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

And he's so hot that four hundred the spot
And weed and vodka got me wanna a cop
I grease the glock, the scope the beam and dot
And I'm out the Beamer top releasin' shots

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

I'm wild, and wheezy more violent than Rodman
up in a blue truck and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a like Stoudamire
Ride around neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by, ya

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 full of of tools
And you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues