Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

Bounce that ass, load them
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
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 run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a blunt

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

ride 'til my ride
All the that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get 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 custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

Real mind 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 hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no in the world could see me
When I Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our
What do a nigga say he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

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

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

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the muthafucka that's countin' that dough
that coke to a pot of gold

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

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

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
your 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, achievin' all missions
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I do

Should fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, see you naked
I don' drunk a boo so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, a stick up

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

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

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