Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

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

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

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

See, got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it and have you chopped today
And not to say I even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone out your 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 here, stupid
Keep playin', you see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne have to be one of 'em
I'll his father right 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
Believe this, my nina's got more than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and

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

Technically I'll murder who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, with me, I bury one
eighty, I carry one
Come to up everyone, what?

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 when you see me on the block, I come to 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when wheezy cock
And niggas be like '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 degrees the spot
And weed and vodka got me beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin'

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

I'm wild, and wheezy more violent than Rodman
Slide up in a blue and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with 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 to give 'em the blues