Luyện nghe bài hát Try Somethin'

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

one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or shoot
Bow down M-town, like to ride clean
on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim me one slippin'
On the side of the club a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really it
He can be damn fool and get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' a track star
Heart pumpin' fast I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
That means that I still live to get
Late night, all jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's

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

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

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

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and mane I playin
Wit in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
Me muthafuckin out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that watch n you
Betta listen up before I start poppin it's me
I'm robbin

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