Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

Bounce that ass, load them
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
go for the money

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

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

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

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls 'fits that 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 glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them hoes backin' that up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
When I Ruff 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 smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit 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 I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many 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 countin' dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

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

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

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

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 your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, 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 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 momma cry nothin' I could do

Should fucked with 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 shit pick up, let me load clip up
pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

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

You gon' make me 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)