Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
if it's static then 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 on the block

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys roll them dice and win
Girls with that show the skin

Real niggaz 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 backin' that thang up on my weenie
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ryde with Drag-On
up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

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

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

'Cause my 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 by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter 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 the white 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 insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz know what's real out here
(They sure 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, achievin' all impossible
When I up the 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 booty to shapey, can't it, wanna see you naked
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin 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 mouth that'll burn you out

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

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