Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
on, come 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 my clothes, I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their
Now findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters

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

See, they got niggas in my hood who 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 on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder swine, you damn pig
The plan is to everything and kill 'em all
or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin' nice

Ain't nothin' nice here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year,
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in of him
of 'em are ready 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 leave the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', it's glocks and millimeters

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

Technically murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I one
Three eighty, I one
to kill up everyone, what?

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

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

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

Follow me, in the family die sourly
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 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
around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by, ya

Ain't nice 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 when you see me on the block, I come to 'em the blues