Luyện nghe bài hát Tire Shop

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

[Verse 1: Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off that
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm feelin' 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 store and get papers nah a Swisher Sweet
Sweetly stretch the dope up on the blunts and the shit to me
Lick it break it twist it hit it light it that bombin' hay
Inhale Draky, Nardo, Sed and Dale is on the way
Checkin' on my traps because you gots ta check 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 South Parkway we the Hypnotize
Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty I know wish they could,
Lick me down, the sign, see it and it's all good
my nuts, do me wrong, that's one slug in your gut
Just another day up at the tire chiefin' hay, fucked up

(4x)

[Verse 2: DJ
Just afternoon and me I'm chiefin' hay
shit and you might be another victim of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five unloads,
From ya to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm that ni-zine from the darkness of the flo',
Son, never tryna but gangsta B, rhymin' over beats I make
Triple 6, Mafia niggas gotta shake and break
The motherfuckin' take care of our business
and pick up some freaks, get 'em and get out dick suck,
down on Street, turn the other cheek,
neat, down the fuckin' street
I gotta get the fuck outta before they beat me for my meat
a left on Parkway fire up a bli-zine that farness
Some bitches beeped me three or four I left 'em wid they wet
Had some pistols and that 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 Chevy wid anna in my trunk
I'm smokin' skunk my niggas boomin' cause that Tire Shop track

[DJ talkin']
Yeah DJ Paul in this motherfucka
wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia

Hook(2x)

[Verse 3: Gangsta
Just shaken off that hangover from night before
Me and Little Man tried to kill ourself wid and in-do
Up all we strictly swangin' hummers on the fuckin' track
Tricks you got it lonely if it Man and fuckin' Gangsta Blac
All for one, one for all, hoe you fuckin' knew it
them same old hustlas to the game cause we grew up to it
Countin' up our dividends, time to get out in
Time to holla at them twins, time to go get
up the papers catch the vapors 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 scopin' out the dirty hoes
Drop top to the fuckin' bone, we go and get a bitch
Eyes red as fire from that hay and shit
Test my nuts, do me wrong, that's two slugs in your
Just another day up at the shop and I'm chiefin' hay,
So damn UP!!