Luyện nghe bài hát Tire Shop

Just another day up in the tire
Chiefin' hay, up, chiefin' hay,
Chiefin', chiefin', chiefin' hay, up
(4x)

[Verse 1: Blac]
Just day awaken shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid in my gut I'm feelin' high I wanna buy,
Want a bag I Lil Nam he got his beeper G
up wid them damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Fab went to the and get some papers nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly stretch the dope up on the and pass the shit to me
Lick it break it it hit it light it that's that bombin' hay
Inhale Draky, Nardo, Sed and Dale is on the way
Checkin' on my traps because you bustas ta check it in
Scrap, wid the scar, it's my Mr.I-B-N
Yes, it's a must, that we let you we sell, rocks
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the
Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know wish could,
Lick me down, throw the sign, see it and all good
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's one slug in gut
Just another day up at the shop chiefin' hay, fucked up

(4x)

[Verse 2: DJ
another afternoon and me I'm chiefin' hay
talk shit and you might be another of the hit,
Made by the in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the of the flo',
Son, never tryna but B, rhymin' over these beats I make
Triple 6, Mafia niggas rollin' gotta and break
The motherfuckin' take care of our business
and pick up some freaks, get 'em high and get out suck,
on Victor Street, turn the other cheek,
Break neat, down the fuckin'
I gotta get the fuck outta Dodge they beat me for my meat
Hooks a left on fire up a bli-zine that farness
Some bitches beeped me or four I left 'em wid they pussies wet
Had pistols and that dope across the street, in the grass
The ridin' deep because ah some shit that happens in the past,
Cruisin' in my cut dog for my Chevy wid anna in my trunk
I'm smokin' skunk my niggas cause that Tire Shop track thumps

[DJ Paul
this DJ Paul in this motherfucka
wid my nigga B and the Three 6 Mafia muhfucka

Hook(2x)

[Verse 3: Blac]
Just awaken shaken off that hangover from before
Me and Little Man tried to kill wid tony and in-do
Up all night we strictly swangin' hummers on the fuckin'
Tricks you got it lonely if it ain't Man and fuckin' Blac
All for one, one for all, hoe you shoulda knew it
Just them same old hustlas to the game cause we up to it
Countin' up our dividends, to get out chiefin' in
Time to holla at them twins, to go get I-B-N
Rollin' up the papers the vapors when I see a blunt
High as hell, can't you tell, now it's that I want
Beepin' up my nigga Flick and Cheese bring bi pornos
Me and Lil Man got them cheese scopin' out the dirty
top to the fuckin' bone, when we go and get a bitch
Eyes red as fire from that hay and shit
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's two in your guts
another day up at the tire shop and I'm chiefin' hay,
So damn UP!!