Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
Let's get buck up in the
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 bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls with that show the skin

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

While them backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
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 ones who 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 everybody should know, that the kid tight
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I fucked like last night
I don't a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

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

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

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

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in at condos
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 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 with the T
All I really do is

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
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 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 Mr. Illogical
I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't 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 pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and
Let's see if you murdered who'll ya
I the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a 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 of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

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