Luyện nghe bài hát That's What I Said

(lynch):
Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse in ya bed
Sleep with ya wife, commence to knifin'
Get away clean with the glock 17 in my lap
As I creep away in the cadillac
you know I got shit to do
Fake id, I been murderin' muthafuckas like hiv
As I creep real slow your blood vessels
Five weeks later, nigga, God you
Now I'm stressed the smith & wess
My music career ain't been the
Bound to my momma wearin' a tight dress
Bitch make my money
Or get ya throat slit an in the bushes as ya inside gushes
Then I'm through the night, mozzaradi with cauz
He corners hella tight
you know I'm right
My momma taught me, nigga don't a fuck
And when I die, me in a joint and smoke me up
That's what

(loki):
I'm high up off the hocus
My is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
I'm to pull the pin up out the grenade
And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with in the mo-mo
We seein' provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin'
Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the shit
See when they say siccmade, in your ear, the taste is bitter
Blowin' muthafuckas smithers
x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses
Obscene, unfit for major magazines
Lace you up in kerosene and see ass ignited
I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta
I seen war machines and marines
Dirty nina's in the hands of ghetto
I'm caught between the hard life and dreams
I got schemes with black berets and get away like o.j.,
The ripgut, he got the qz, and the illegitimate got another 16
You see the front page only show the inmates, and not the cage
While elections play with the rage
Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives through the shit we
And then say that we ain't
That's I said

(lynch):
Black in the backyard, I don't feed 'em
Hafta buy a pit a 'cause gone eatin'
Off that mad dog I'm bout to take my money
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take
Understand this, radiation and mushroom
It's 20g, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash
D-dub the corner in the impala
Zigg zagg in the trash can the auto mag last time I saw her
Beta, look out by the liquor store
Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do hoe
murder so I'm time plottin'
Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga
'cause I'm aggressive like a
done caught that ass and got the gasoline
Hot out your worstest
Then it all adds up to in hawaii
a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff
That's I said