Luyện nghe bài hát The Chase

Uhhhh yeahhhh uh, The
Lust... hate... envy...
Connivin
Nigga nature, uh,

Jumped out the ride, floss high, tie
to lye, three guys, slanted eyes
I shoulda tried, sweet thugs stay
Up in the Land, crash bar ill
threw this CREAM, my whole team must fiend
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, up
Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the
stoned, on, me and Capone
Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a
Benz chrome,
Superstar Escobar holy matrimon'
Tied to The Firm, die for The
So help me God, street life right
I got his wife, up, in bun
two to the gut

Nowhere to rest nigga, to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my
Will I or fail who call the shots it's all real
Firm, get on job, niggaz, what the deal
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Mahogany Brown laid it down, seen her
Threw the heater, to the grill, it was
Pure steel, my niggaz murderin, gunnin through Queens
in Beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in jeans
Pretty thugs, Firm
it down, we hold the crown
Got it locked shop, heron caught
Out of town breeze through, he had a Z2 baby
no clue, we had this life planned
Call the fam lay low, Firm style let it

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He was dressed, in a sky blue
Eva wrecks, we played the left, no
We had him shook, couldn't look, sweat
He coulda fried, I his eyes, yeah nigga
fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye ay
Cop way Firm stray, high Boo
Ill booth how we do, top gun
black thing, you know the stee Dunn
A-filliation, brown
Ill style complexion, you know the
How we roll, a vir-gin, on the low
Yeah Boo get swerve on, how we do
crew Boog's got it bigga, for the crew
it down niggaz fo' peala, fo' killa
Fo'reala, hoe squeala, they know the
Shit is reala, Firm for

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