Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs 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 the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
if it's static then pass me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my
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 roll them dice and win
Girls 'fits that show the skin

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

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my
It's like no in the world could see me
When I Ruff 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 bitches 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, ride, hustla feel me

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

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

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of
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 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 co-op's in convo at condos
the heat up in jeeps, in case 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 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 leave y'all, soakin'
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn don't)
This is 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 block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, take it, wanna see you naked
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a up

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

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

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