Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
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
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys roll them dice and win
with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz your best friend 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 hoes that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
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 who smoke 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 spit
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' like last night
I don't give a 'bout a 2 and a half mic

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

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta 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 care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

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

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 insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
muthafuckaz 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 murder or beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's 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, take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

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

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

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