Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While them hoes that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
Rollin' up big 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 and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, feel me

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

'Cause the only magazine that I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in 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' 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 as I got enough 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 with a on me
And the on leavin' 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 with the T
All I do is argue

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
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 flow be
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's I could do

Should fucked with 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 muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, 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
see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty that'll burn you out

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

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