Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz your best friend at the pen
Real let your 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 backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no in the world could see me
When I Ryde with Drag-On
up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine 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 Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

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

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

'Cause my rainbow is every top that crackhead cop
I don't 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' in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter 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 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'
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
These don't know what's real out here
(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 your 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 take it, see you naked
I drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, a stick up

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

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn 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' make me a all nighter
Standin' in front of your with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)