Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

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 on the block

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that 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 glass disappear like a
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my
It's like no in the world could see me
I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
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 who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

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

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

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

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

Drag, open up boots by co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in y'all 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 breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I do is argue

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you 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, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

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

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

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