Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south mexican]
Personly, I feel my is cursed to be
Ridas till
My enemies murder
Hot as an
But I clocked my doe
I push a benz out of germany
Tryna stay alive till I'm old and in the
My dead homies wife today's they anniverssary
His blood on the seat done and turned burgandy
Dead on arrival there was no for surjary
Purposly left to die in his
But he was the nigga on his way to university
hurting me, that he's lying in the earth beneath
It's fucked how we dying turfs of streets
I heard this so I had to be first to speak
Helping my raza seems to be what for me
Certainly I got killas doing for free
Burst the heat cuase I never learned to turn my

To the today
And a throw away
It's time to go to war is what the say
A different beat, a rap
A different fool, a gat
Sorry but we're never go away
2x]

[south park
Fast
My mom I'm a sad sight
Wake up and finish the beer I had last
pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer
Doctor feel good I graduated from
With taylor made suits, real loose, a gym masus
My hood is of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes
We shoot you first, I can see my future's cursed
At the club the gat inside my ruka's purse
To the hearst or to the
You getting to my nerves
Mad cause my came on and your girlfriend knew the words
You nerds
We pushing
run this universe
My people living blind cuase every time they look it
Now push reverse, way before the two
Way before my bicth was wearing 8,000 dresses
I was but happy
And now I'm rich and
Cuase you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't me

[chorus] 2x

g]
En el
Won't you come and step to my
Soy
Este jale por si me
Es mi
muertos en el camino
Soy
Mi primo es el
Desiadado, wacth your back porque soy
Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del
con mi matraca
Lone star state thats my placa
You heard about me ese vato si te
el zapata a mi jente le doy la plata
Yo ando a los pinches haters no se escapan
Con el nunca jueges con mi dinero
primero soy mas weno que un marinero
I se me muero mama me en el ghetto

[south mexican]
Dope house impire strikes
You jealous bicthes say to my little friend

[gun shots from low g's

[chorus] 2x