Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south park
Personly, I feel my people is to be
Ridas till
My tryna murder
Hot as an
But I my doe verbaly
I push a benz out of germany
Tryna alive till I'm old and in the nerssary
My homies wife said today's they anniverssary
His on the seat done dried and turned burgandy
on arrival there was no need 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
It's fucked how we over turfs of streets
I heard this so I had to be first to speak
my raza seems to be what works for me
Certainly I got killas doing for free
Burst the heat cuase I never learned to my cheeks

To the today
And bought a away
It's time to go to war is the homies say
A beat, a different rap
A fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're gonna go away
2x]

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

repeat 2x

g]
En el
Won't you and step to my mundo
Soy
Este por si me muero
Es mi
muertos en el camino
Soy
Mi es el materino
Desiadado, wacth your back soy mojado
ya tu sabes de donde vengo del centro
Atracando con mi
Lone star state thats my placa
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
Saco soy mas weno que un marinero
I se me mama entiera me en el ghetto

park mexican]
Dope house impire again
You jealous bicthes say hello to my friend

[gun from low g's ar15]

[chorus] 2x