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

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

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

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

Cops watch the influx of 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 this case the
with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to 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 track from up
Vice cops, watch 'em stroll back and forth

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta represent, what you say you are, a star
Feds got a device on your car
made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
you had, 12, now you got a L

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

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

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't
'Cause bet your life there'll be hustler
Checkin' yo
It's the

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

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

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

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

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and
Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes

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

Anything
no limit, just mash
The cops will be
you crash

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

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