Luyện nghe bài hát Tire Shop

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

1: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm high I wanna buy,
Want a bag I 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 papers nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly the dope up on the blunts and pass the shit to me
it break 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 gots ta it in
Scrap, wid the scar, my nigga Mr.I-B-N
Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell,
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the
Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know wish 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 day up at the tire shop chiefin' hay, fucked up

(4x)

[Verse 2: DJ
Just another afternoon and me I'm hay
talk shit and you be another victim of the hit,
Made by the in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, come lil man
I'm loadin' ni-zine from the darkness of the flo',
Son, never tryna but gangsta B, rhymin' over these I make
Triple 6, Mafia niggas gotta shake and break
The motherfuckin' laws take 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 get the fuck outta Dodge before they beat me for my meat
a left on Parkway fire up a bli-zine that farness
Some beeped me three or four I left 'em wid they pussies wet
Had some pistols and dope across the street, in the grass
The five-Os ridin' deep ah some shit that happens in the past,
in my cut dog for my Chevy niggas wid anna in my trunk
I'm smokin' skunk my niggas boomin' cause Tire Shop track thumps

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

Hook(2x)

3: Gangsta Blac]
Just awaken off that hangover from night before
Me and Little Man tried to kill ourself wid 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 same old hustlas to the game cause we grew up to it
Countin' up our dividends, to get out chiefin' in
Time to at them twins, time to go get I-B-N
Rollin' up the papers catch the when I see a blunt
High as hell, you tell, now it's tony that I want
Beepin' up my nigga and Cheese bring them bi pornos
Me and Lil Man got them cheese scopin' out the dirty
Drop top to the fuckin' bone, when we go and get a
Eyes red as motherfuckin' fire from that hay and
my nuts, do me wrong, that's two slugs in your guts
Just another day up at the tire and I'm chiefin' hay,
So FUCKED UP!!