Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

Bounce that ass, them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk
these muthatfuckaz be scummy
go for the money

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

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

Gonna ride 'til my
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 on the block

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

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

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the bitches and all my nugz
For the who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball 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 should know, that the kid tight
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' like last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

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

And the click-click from the Calico, I 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 crackhead cop
I don't care I 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 one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze 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, smokin' potent, bet it y'all, niggaz soakin'
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They sure 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 at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've with Mr. Illogical
I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you 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, Flame-On and
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I love the dirty that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
when 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, like my shit

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