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

The fast lane, 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 don't sleep

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

The streets crawl ill niggas on the block
Goin' hand in hand, 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 dope a telescope
Snitches in the game, give the G's names
Bitches on the jock of the on the block
Jump from gee to gee, similar to a

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

Lookin' for another to hit and never call her
All in vain life in the
A new crew of on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em back and forth

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

A garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, of glory
End of story, gotta watch my myself
Or else find my body layin' on a coroner shelf
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
your game's weak
So baby sleep
(It's the lane)

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

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

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

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

Bitches workin' with the fake ID's
in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop shops taggin' up and Beamers
Crack spots boilin' kilos in beakers

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

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

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

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

Jackers and robbers, and clockers
squeal, take the L or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel for the cops, you're a
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
There's no limit, mash
The will be there
When you

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

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