Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

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 homeys on the

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

Real niggaz mind your friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full disappear like a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my
It's no nigga in the world could see me
When I 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 ones who pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, feel me

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

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

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

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

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in at condos
Keep the up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

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 your insides

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or beat, my flow be philosophical
on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

not've fucked 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 muthafucka so you I'm lit up
get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

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

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

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