Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

While them hoes that thang up on my weenie
It's like no in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who 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 spit fire
And the bitch I don' like last night
I don't give a fuck a 2 and a half mic

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

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

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

Drag, up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a 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 with the T
All I do is argue

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 fuck up, slow
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
on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I do

Should not've fucked 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 drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's 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 miss ya
I love the South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

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

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)