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 know y'all reppin' hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load them
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that shit
While these be scummy
go for the money

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

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

Gonna ride my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
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 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
with 'fits that show the skin

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And this kid spit fire
And the bitch I don' fucked like night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine 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 from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that
Cookin' that coke to a pot of

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

Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to 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 y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I drunk a boo muthafucka 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 this clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll ya
I love the South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

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

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