Luyện nghe bài hát Tire Shop

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

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

(4x)

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

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

Hook(2x)

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