Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

Sippin' with a fifty sack 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 my ride
All the that'll freaky 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 let's go get us a
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys that'll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

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

While them hoes backin' that up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you want we got bombs

(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 say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

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

the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I y'all run from it

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

'Cause my rainbow is color top that 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 by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the on leavin' 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 with the T
All I do is argue

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
muthafuckaz don't 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
on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' 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' drunk a boo so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit up, let me load this clip up
Lust me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially 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 shit, sound 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 miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)