Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun runner run when he bust
and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
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 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
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys roll them dice and win
with 'fits that show the skin

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

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

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

Drag, open up boots by co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the only on is me

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my 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 fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
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 me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
see if you murdered who'll miss 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 tell her around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get now
I'm of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

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