Luyện nghe bài hát Tire Shop

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

[Verse 1: Blac]
Just another day shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm high I wanna buy,
a bag I know Lil Nam he got his beeper G
Meetin' up wid them damn fools on we smoke it easily
Fab went to the store and get papers nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly the dope up on the blunts and pass the shit to me
Lick it it twist it hit it light it that's that bombin' hay
Inhale exhale Draky, Nardo, Sed and 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, we let you know we sell, rocks
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South we the Hypnotize
Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know they could,
Lick me down, the sign, see it and it's all good
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's one slug in gut
Just another day up at the tire 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,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five unloads,
ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that from the darkness of the flo',
Son, never tryna but gangsta B, rhymin' over these beats I
Triple 6, Mafia niggas rollin' gotta shake and
The motherfuckin' laws care of our business
and pick up freaks, get 'em high and get out dick suck,
down on Street, turn the other cheek,
Break neat, down the fuckin'
I gotta get the fuck outta Dodge before they beat me for my
Hooks a left on fire up a bli-zine that farness
bitches beeped me three or four I left 'em wid they pussies wet
Had some pistols and that dope the street, in the grass
The five-Os ridin' deep because ah some that happens 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 talkin']
Yeah this DJ Paul in motherfucka
wid my nigga Gangsta B and the 6 Mafia muhfucka

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[Verse 3: Gangsta
Just awaken shaken off that hangover from night
Me and Little Man to kill ourself wid tony and in-do
Up all night we swangin' hummers on the fuckin' track
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 cause we grew up to it
up our dividends, time to get out chiefin' in
Time to holla at twins, time 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 tony I want
Beepin' up my nigga Flick and Cheese bring them bi
Me and Lil Man got them cheese scopin' out the dirty
Drop top to the fuckin' bone, we go and get a bitch
red as motherfuckin' fire from that hay and shit
Test my nuts, do me wrong, two slugs in your guts
Just another day up at the tire and I'm chiefin' hay,
So FUCKED UP!!