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

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

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

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

Cops watch the influx of dope through a
in the game, give the young 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 this the dough
Roll the blow till considered a hoe
are born and pawned off to grand mama
The ain't done, she still lives for the drama

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

take a pay-off
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 watch my myself
Or else they'll find my body layin' on a shelf
It's the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brother on parole need a quick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back
Bitches settin' niggas up jacked and
Small-time workers movin' in a g ride Lac

Don't talk on 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 hoes and

Jackers and robbers, hustlers and
Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal
Yo, spin the 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 to the federal state pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin'

Anything
no limit, just mash
The will be there
When you

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

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