Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

Real niggaz mind your friend at the pen
hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry there's I could do

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

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

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

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of your crib with that and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)