Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, come on, come on, on
Ain't nothin' or sweet
They don't even much understand

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

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

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

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

Ain't nothin' nice here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see 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

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne doesn't to be one of 'em
I'll murder his 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, at your peoples
at polices, and roughin' 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 family and pop your senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that baby
Damn, them hollow tips missed that 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 up everyone, what?

Ain't nothin' around here, stupid
playin', you won't 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 to give 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when lil' cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip they breath and stop
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 hundred degrees the
And and vodka got me wanna beat a cop
I the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top shots

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

I'm wild, and wheezy more 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 like Stoudamire
Ride around your and you wake up with bodies by, ya

Ain't nothin' nice here, stupid
playin', you won't see next 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 come to 'em the blues