Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

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

Look, now when I crawl up out the I got quarters 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 through on the block strapped, bumpin' bubba
For the summer in a orange pumpkin hummer
Stumblin from the Courvoisier and of hay
And make me run in your place and take pops away

See, got niggas 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 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 and kill 'em all
or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin' nice

Ain't nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you 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 'em the blues

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' Wayne doesn't have 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 desert eagles, bustin' at your peoples
at polices, and roughin' up your nieces

(Unverified) off the
leave 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, twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a

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' around here, stupid
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

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

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

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

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

Ain't nothin' around here, stupid
Keep playin', you 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