Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

Ready to ride when holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs the trucks
The real gun runner run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a blunt

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

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

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

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

While them hoes backin' that up on my weenie
It's like no in the world could see me
When I Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

By know everybody should know, the kid spit tight
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I y'all 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' dough
that 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 long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

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

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

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, 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 impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma 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', shake it, don't you it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna 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 this clip up
Lust me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I love the dirty South why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick 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 tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my

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