Luyện nghe bài hát The Lane (E.V.A. Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

Lookin' for another baller to hit and call her
All in life in the lane
A new crew of hookers on the from up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em stroll back and

They take a
Or a job just to lay off
The no joke
Yo, you stay broke

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitches workin' plastic with the ID's
in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop taggin' up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin' full kilos in

Damn, the quicker than shit, don't slip
'Cause bet life there'll be another hustler
Checkin' yo
the lane

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

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

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

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

Jackers and robbers, and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal
Yo, the wheel for the cops, you're a meal
Tailor suits gator make the fly hoes kneel

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

goes
There's no limit, just
The cops be there
When you

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

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