Luyện nghe bài hát Tho Dem Wrappas

Uhh, I falls in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best Sean John, you don't want none
Partner, I got a rep for leavin' swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap up
Hold up, with the thumpin' niggas quota
And just the a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat right, good, and reffer thru the pipe
I'm head all night
And if it's some beef, I lead on sight
they deceased
I took ya off right
I live in the
Nigga, where the feds, sheist
I still floss ice, keep it
E-very time, call me the Black when I'm playing mine
how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or the 4-4

make a million
Keep it for triple-0
low, from plenty Henny and hydro
Fuck a bitch and clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do
And get the

make a million
Keep it real for
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and
Fuck a and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do
And get the

My nigga, I can a million blind-folded, with no shows
Using no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and O's
Gimmie low-do's and a connect, that closed
And watch me lock it from North County to BenRos
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme spokes, all chrome
On the Navigator equipped to and log on
I need before it's gone
'Fore even bring it home
Matta fact, I'll tell you in the back, its all wrong
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun in
leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in he brings his friend
PlayStation just in case a think he can win

Let's a million
it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from Henny and hydro
Fuck a bitch and some
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do
And get the

make a million
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and
a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go and do shows
And get the

I make a million
Gotta get myself a
Gonna turn that into a
If not, then I just die

I say now, tho yo off in tha air
But only if the ice on wrist cause glares
I'm stares from dime bitches, is he alone
Where's his Mrs., bottles of Cris's
On the table, arms got straws they off the labels
No shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like cable
They all my name, different shades and race
Take them all and lett'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, in one place
Sound Scan Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw a weak plan B who? (says Mase)
Then what's plan A plan B about papes

Let's make a
Keep it real for
Eyes low, from plenty and hydro
Fuck a bitch and clothes
I get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the

make a million
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty and hydro
Fuck a and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do
And get the

I gotta a million
get myself a million
Gonna turn that a billion
If not, then I just die

All my Midwest tryin' to make a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)
All my Dirty South niggas tryin' to a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)
All my West Coast niggas to make a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)
All my East Coast niggas tryin' to a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)