Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

Gonna ride 'til my
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
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 bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll them dice and win
Girls with that show the skin

Real niggaz mind best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass 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 Ryde with
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 who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

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

'Cause the only magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How bullets 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' that
Cookin' coke to a pot of gold

my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

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

And the only one bleedin' is you, 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, smokin' potent, bet it y'all, niggaz soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know 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, achievin' all impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
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 shit pick up, let me this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I dirty mouth that'll burn you out

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

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