Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' or sweet
don't 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 and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I their mothers
Now they findin' niggas slumped in gutters

I come through on the block strapped, bumpin'
For the summer in a bright orange hummer
Stumblin the Courvoisier and lots of hay
And make me run in your and take your 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 block and
And try to knock all the structure out your face

Stick a potato on the head of my nine, deadly quiet
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 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 of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues

Look, now we all do things
Playin' with Wayne have to be one of 'em
murder 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 desert eagles, bustin' at your peoples
at polices, and roughin' up your nieces

(Unverified) off the
Don't leave without the
this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe glocks and millimeters

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

Technically I'll murder anyone who me
Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three eighty, I one
Come to up everyone, what?

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

Everybody freeze and drop when wheezy cock
And be like Q-Tip 'cause they 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 that four hundred degrees the
And weed and got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope with the and dot
And I'm out the Beamer top releasin' shots

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

I'm wild, and wheezy more violent than 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 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 of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues