Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the mobbin' that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
go for the money

Ready to ride when they holdin' a
Thugs the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' a fifty sack under the nuts
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
Niggaz if static then pass me the strap

Gonna ride my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
Let's get up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin'
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes that thang up on my weenie
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and in our hood
do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
And the bitch I don' fucked like night
I don't give a 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you digest in that one stomach?
I suggest run from it

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's that dough
Cookin' coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' in convo at condos
the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know real out here
(They damn don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, see you naked
I don' drunk a boo so you know I'm lit up
get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I hurt her now
come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and lighter
Now hit, we won't ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)