Luyện nghe bài hát The Lane

The lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
the risk, raise the profit
And nobody stop it
Unless your weak
So don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't stop it
Unless your weak
So player don't

The streets with ill niggas on the block
hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans
Pumpin' dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their is to re-up to a ki

Cops watch the of dope through a telescope
Snitches in the game, give the G's names
Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the
from gee to gee, similar to a flea

Suck the blood out or in case the dough
Roll the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grand
The bitch ain't done, she lives for the drama

Lookin' for baller to hit and never call her
All in vain life in the
A new crew of hookers on the track up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em stroll back and

They take a
Or a job just to lay off
The lane's no
Yo, you players stay

A ghetto garage makes a laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, of glory
End of story, gotta my back myself
Or else they'll find my body layin' on a shelf
the lane

The fast lane, half heart, money
nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't nobody it
Unless your weak
So baby sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And nobody stop it
your game's weak
So player, sleep

take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking
Gang bangers start to the dope game fast
the drug dealers for the ransom cash

Gotta represent, what you say you are, that's a
Feds got a homin' on your car
That you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
you had, 12, now you got a L

Crack babies born in the hospitals
shootings can't end, kids are dyin'
The cream is the ultimate goal, gots to
my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar

Bitches plastic with the fake ID's
Life in the lane, up G's
Chop shops taggin' up and Beamers
Crack spots full kilos in beakers

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, slip
'Cause bet your life be another hustler
Checkin' yo
It's the

The fast lane, heart, half money
nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't nobody it
Unless your game's
So don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't nobody it
Unless your game's
So player, don't

Brother on need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's stuck
Bitches settin' niggas up and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g Lac

Don't talk on your cellular, your phone is
check the rear view, there's no turnin' back
It's the lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and
Through the land of the hoes and cash

Jackers and robbers, and clockers
squeal, take the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, a meal
Tailor gator boots make the fly hoes kneel

But if you miss, my friend, guess you win
A one-way ticket to the federal pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill your shit, Rolls
High-priced clothes, fuckin' hoes

goes
There's no limit, mash
The cops be there
you crash

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
the risk, raise the profit
And can't stop it
Unless your game's
So baby don't

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't nobody it
Unless your game's
So player sleep