Luyện nghe bài hát Try Somethin'

Yeah it's Project Pat up in
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's to be
Handle that

Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya son
wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a
No on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the jar
No one saw me made clean
That means that I still live to get
Late night, all night jackin on the
up a dice game or where it's hizot

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(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) my lucks up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga try something

I ran up in the bank put a to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery drop the bread
Then I ran a bitch when my folks was outside
So I in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the of Tennesse, until I heard the news
Nigga should have to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't wear a mask

I you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna
They robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul put The Haven on the Map
But too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring we gon' all bring pain.

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't
Wit pistol in my right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin out ya fuckin pockets
Give me rings and that fuckin' watch n you
Betta up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm robbin

Slap on his wit the glock
And lock'em down to the
Fiendin' for his knot in his strip him
Down his socks, grab and this 44
Hopin' right off this scope
And I let him If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off bitches and that ring on ya pankies
Either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot