Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

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

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

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

See, they got niggas in my who can't 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 than swine, you pig
The plan is to everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin'

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

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne have to be one of 'em
murder his father right 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 double desert eagles, at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up 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 and pop your senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that baby
Damn, them hollow tips missed that lil' baby
is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy

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

Ain't nice around here, stupid
playin', you won't 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

Everybody and drop when lil' 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 eagle that the block

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

Follow me, everybody in the die sourly
Niggas hourly, ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child 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
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up bodies by, ya

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 to give 'em the blues