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 shit

Jack one, one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to clean
Snort on some good dope, on some good green
payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my victim me one slippin'
On the of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I really need it
He can be damn fool and get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, like a track star
Heart pumpin' like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
That means that I live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the
Breakin up a dice game or where hizot

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

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

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not
My pussy valley are down and gonna
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you runnin 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 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 playin
Wit in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a it to ya body, and start demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin
Give me them rings and that fuckin' 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
his socks, grab and feel this 44
Hopin' right off this scope
And I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya
Ya got a lotta nuts my hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and ring on ya pankies
ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower