Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

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

Look, now when I up out the rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty fours my clothes, I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they I dump their mothers
Now they 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 and take your pops away

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 even hit your and spray
And try to knock all the bone out your face

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

Ain't nothin' nice around here,
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 give 'em the

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
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, bustin' at your
Cussin' at polices, and up your nieces

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

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

Technically I'll anyone who disrespectin' me
Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three eighty, I one
Come to kill up everyone,

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 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 be's the block

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

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

Ain't nothin' nice 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 'em the blues