Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south park
Personly, I feel my people is to be
till eternity
My enemies murder
Hot as an
But I my doe verbaly
Curently I push a benz out of
Tryna stay till I'm old and in the nerssary
My dead homies wife said today's they
His blood on the seat done dried and turned
on arrival there was no need for surjary
Purposly to die in his mercury
But he was the smart nigga on his way to
hurting me, that he's lying in the earth beneath
It's fucked how we dying over turfs of
I heard this beat so I had to be first to
my raza seems to be what works for me
Certainly I got killas doing dirt for
Burst the heat cuase I never learned to turn my

To the gunshow
And a throw away
It's time to go to war is the homies say
A different beat, a rap
A fool, a different gat
Sorry but never gonna go away
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[south park
Fast
My mom I'm a sad sight
Wake up and finish the I had last night
pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer
Doctor feel good I graduated from
With taylor made suits, real loose, a gym masus
My hood is full of and fiends that play their flutes
We you first, I can see that my future's cursed
At the club with the gat inside my ruka's
To the or to the nurse
You bicthes to my nerves
Mad cause my song came on and your girlfriend the words
You nerds
We pushing
Aztecs run universe
My people blind cuase every time they look it hurts
Now push reverse, way before the two
Way before my bicth was 8,000 dollar dresses
I was but happy
And now I'm and angry
Cuase you haters got the nuts to say that you can't stand me

repeat 2x

g]
En el
Won't you come and to my mundo
Soy
jale por si me muero
Es mi
Leaving muertos en el
Soy
Mi primo es el
Desiadado, wacth your back porque soy
Violento ya tu sabes de donde del centro
con mi matraca
Lone star state my motherfucking placa
You heard me ese vato si te mata
Como el a mi jente le doy la plata
Yo a pata los pinches haters no se escapan
Con el chedar jueges con mi dinero
Saco primero soy mas weno que un
I se me mama entiera me en el ghetto

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

[gun shots low g's ar15]

[chorus] 2x