Luyện nghe bài hát Tho Dem Wrappas

Uhh, I through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best thunder Sean John, you don't want
Partner, I got a rep for heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggas
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya
I told ya, 'Tics for the street life
Eat right, fuck good, and thru the pipe
I'm gettin' head all
And if some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight
Until 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 Liberace I'm playing mine
That's how I flow, I get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be or with the 4-4

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

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

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

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

I gotta a million
Gotta get a million
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 your wrist glares
I'm gettin' stares dime bitches, is he alone
Where's his Mrs., bottles of Cris's
On the table, arms got straws they ripped off the
No more shows for free, I'm like cable
They all my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett'em they case
Make a like Jigga, standin' in one place
Sound Scan like with out changing my face
They a weak plan B says who? (says Mase)
Then what's plan A plan B about papes

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

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

I gotta make a
get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a
If not, then I won't die

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