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 many kill

that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' that talk shit
While these be scummy
go for the money

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

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

Gonna ride 'til my
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 let's go get us a
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll them dice and win
Girls with that show the skin

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

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

By know everybody should know, the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
And the bitch I don' fucked like last
I give 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 bullets you could digest in one stomach?
I y'all run from it

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

'Cause my rainbow is every top that crackhead cop
I don't care I cap me a cop
As as I got enough money 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 y'all upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to 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, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
With your insides

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They damn 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, all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr.
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
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, a stick up

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

Tell bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially 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, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my

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