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 stay dove
Up in the Land, crash bar ill
They threw this CREAM, my whole team fiend
The dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys
stoned, flossed on, me and
Picasso, Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh
Benz chrome,
Lila Escobar holy matrimon'
Tied to The Firm, die for The
So help me God, street played 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 is on my mind
Will I fall or fail who call the shots all real
Firm, get on your job, niggaz, what the
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Mahogany Brown it down, shoulda seen her
the heater, to the grill, it was real
Pure steel, my peel murderin, gunnin through Queens
in Beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in jeans
Pretty thugs, team
it down, we hold the crown
Got it rock shop, heron caught
Out of breeze through, he had a Z2 baby blue
no clue, we had this life planned
Call the fam lay low, Firm let it flow

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He was dressed, in a sky blue
Eva wrecks, we played the left, no
We had him shook, look, dripped sweat
He fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga
'Mega fly, Doe or Die, 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 your on, how we do
Boog's got it locked bigga, for the crew
hold it down niggaz fo' peala, fo'
Fo'reala, hoe squeala, they the deala
Shit is reala, for real

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