Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Rippla

[mr.
Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as mr. pookie walks tha hood
I been strollin all long solo johnson feelin good
I just threw away a dubbie nigga, I'm to roll anotha
Til I bumped two niggaz I ain't know wassup hustla
I heard you got them sacks and if true, I want 2
And uh 1 for my lil homie, he be smokin all too
So I them niggaz bail and quickly stepped away wit hast
You see I know these streetz to and he was reachin for his waist
Oh shit, my battle mode don switched a whole fuckin
Don switched to part 2 crooked intentions mixed wit rebel
tha devil on me, pookie get control of yoself
Cant tha rippla on these niggaz shit they'll be nuthin left
You I'm ready ain't scared (hold up)i thought you was ready
Naw, you wasnt sayin that while ago when you was callin for mary
I bring ya hat to ya nigga, it's best you flee out my
Cause you don fucked up on tha second motivatal crook

As you enter, yo body shivers, yo brain no longer
Who did this to ya, it was tha
yo picture and left you cold, yo body swoll wit bullet holes,
Yo are closed, it was tha rippla
Release yo soul and exposed, tha grim ripper has come to get cha
Now tha zipper, it was tha rippla
As you enter, yo body shivers, from world you've been delivered
Who did this to ya, it was tha

chillin peepin tha path in which they fled
Notice they took a right them bitches hear what I said
think I'm playin mr. pookie finna scene don went cold
Now it's for tha rippla, i'ma tell you niggaz how I'm gon do it
wit big holes
We bringin tha big guns artillery u ain't gon fade
Bringin my wit my gun fight ak black wit tha blade on it
Betta out when I spray if only
It inhabit yo wit leg components
Take it for granted I'm on it
for crow dead and lonely
Now ya tryin to squash tha shit, I don hit yo body, caps wit
nobody get me up off ya nigga, prepare yoself for tha finish
I don cut tha nigga I'm rippin take tha confidence a nigga
him wit feminine feelings and big bullet holes from tha rippla
There's a lesson to be learned but it's too for you to see
Plus yo homeboy been left and got you alone up in streetz
Mo 3 had to get him at tha of no return
Anger don got tha of me, now they bodies get burned

[mr.
I don dealt away wit a nigga, now it's time to flee tha
Thinkin bout how I him, face down off in tha crete
Lemme fire up weed, time to calm my fuckin nerves
I can feel tha po-po's comin ,hear tha seen a bird
Heard, this nigga known for jacks on a nigga
But he didnt know ain nuthin but crooks on audelia
But still you'll be tryin to catch me slippin wit cha
So I released fire and came back wit my fools
even up, fightin we ain't deep enough
So my niggaz strapped and now they toward tha street to bust
Ya'll bitches ain't us, shit I'm bout to blow some mo
Bombin on you hataz like tha crisis off in
and don't you know I ain't that average playa to test
And like a rhino I'm jus finna through yo chest
Time to rest and for good see
No back too late to plea
you bout my motive 3
Dont my crooked boundary