Luyện nghe bài hát Tho Dem Wrappas

Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie,
With the best thunder John, you don't want none
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' quota
And the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat right, fuck good, and reffer thru the
I'm gettin' head all
And if it's some beef, I pumpin' lead on
Until they
I ya head off right
I live in the
Nigga, where the feds, sheist
I still floss ice, it tight
E-very time, call me the Black when 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

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

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

My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, no shows
no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and four O's
Gimmie low-do's and a connect, that neva
And watch me lock it down from North County to
Fuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all
On the equipped to click and log on
I need that before gone
'Fore even bring 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 back in case he his friend
PlayStation in case a nigga think he can win

Let's make a
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, plenty Henny and hydro
Fuck a bitch and some
I gotta get rich, go and do shows
And get the

Let's make a
it real for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and
Fuck a bitch and clothes
I gotta get rich, go and do shows
And get the

I make 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 if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I'm gettin' stares from bitches, is he alone
Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 of Cris's
On the table, arms got straws ripped off the labels
No more shows for free, I'm like cable
all screamin' my name, different shades and race
Take all backstage 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 says (says Mase)
Then what's plan A cause plan B about

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

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

I make a million
get myself a million
Gonna that into a billion
If not, I just won't die

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