Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south park
Personly, I my people is cursed to be
Ridas eternity
My enemies murder
Hot as an
But I clocked my doe
Curently I a benz out of germany
Tryna stay till I'm old and in the nerssary
My dead homies wife said today's they
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 smart nigga on his way to
It's hurting me, that he's lying in the beneath
fucked how we dying over turfs of streets
I heard this beat so I had to be to speak
my raza seems to be what works for me
Certainly I got killas doing dirt for
Burst the heat cuase I never learned to my cheeks

To the today
And bought a throw
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 gonna go
2x]

[south mexican]
life
My mom I'm a sad sight
Wake up and finish the I had last night
pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer
Doctor feel I graduated from baylor
With made suits, real loose, a gym with masus
My is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes
We shoot you first, I can see my future's cursed
At the with the gat inside my ruka's purse
To the hearst or to the
You getting to my nerves
Mad cause my song came on and your knew the words
You stupid
We birds
Aztecs run this
My people living blind cuase time they look it hurts
Now push reverse, way before the two
Way my bicth was wearing 8,000 dollar dresses
I was broke but
And now I'm and angry
Cuase you haters ain't got the to say that you can't stand me

[chorus] 2x

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En el
Won't you come and to my mundo
Soy
Este por si me muero
Es mi
muertos en el camino
Soy
Mi primo es el
Desiadado, your back porque soy mojado
Violento ya tu sabes de donde del centro
Atracando con mi
Lone star state thats my motherfucking
You about me ese vato si te mata
Como el a mi jente le doy la plata
Yo ando a pata los pinches no se escapan
Con el chedar nunca jueges con mi
primero soy mas weno que un marinero
I se me muero mama me en el ghetto

park mexican]
Dope house strikes again
You jealous bicthes say to my little friend

[gun shots from low g's

[chorus] 2x