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

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

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

The crawl 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

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

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

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

They take a
Or a blow job to lay off
The no joke
Yo, you players stay

A ghetto garage a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, of glory
End of story, watch my back myself
Or else find my body layin' on a coroner shelf
the lane

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

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

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

Crack born in the hospitals 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

workin' plastic with 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 quicker than shit, don't slip
'Cause bet your there'll be another hustler
Checkin' yo
the lane

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

The fast lane, half heart, half
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't nobody 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
settin' niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g Lac

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

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

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

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

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