Luyện nghe bài hát The Lane

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

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

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

Cops watch the influx of through a telescope
Snitches in the game, give the young G's
Bitches on the of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee, to a flea

Suck the blood out or in case the dough
with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to mama
The bitch done, she still lives for the drama

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

They a pay-off
Or a blow job to lay off
The no joke
Yo, you stay broke

A ghetto garage a nice laboratory
PCP and meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta my back myself
Or else they'll find my layin' on a coroner shelf
It's the

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

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

Gees take the on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all out on baking soda
Gang bangers start to understand the dope fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom

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

Crack babies in the hospitals cryin'
Drive-by shootings can't end, are dyin'
The is the ultimate goal, gots to roll
Till my cash mega, baller not a beggar

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

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't
'Cause bet your life be another hustler
yo grip
It's the

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

The lane, half heart, half money
Ain't smilin', ain't nothin' funny
the risk, raise the profit
And can't stop it
Unless game's weak
So player, sleep

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

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

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and
Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal
Yo, the wheel for the cops, you're a meal
Tailor suits 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 your shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest hoes

Anything
There's no limit, mash
The cops will be
you crash

The lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't nobody it
your game's weak
So baby don't

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