Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

Sippin' a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from 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 buck up in the
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 custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin'
Guys that'll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my
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, let's ride, feel me

By know everybody 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 'bout a 2 and a mic

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

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at
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 only on 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 really do is

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 your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

Tell your I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I her turn 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, sound my shit

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