Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, come on, come on, on
Ain't nothin' nice or
They even 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 boys if they play I dump mothers
Now findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters

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

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

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

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

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm

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
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 that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil'
This is definitely, to me, get a hysterectomy

Technically I'll murder who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, mess 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 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 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when lil' 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 be's the

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

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

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

Ain't nothin' around 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