Luyện nghe bài hát Twistin

LAPD station
Yes I'd to report a murder, a dead body or something
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In the

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in my hood, twistin' on them Ds
Hangin' my partners, tossin' 40s on the corner

Playa in 1999, Raven Myagi, I stay on my grind, and to the shine
I break out 9, aim it and cock it
Don't nigga drop it, I shoot it, they pop it
I lay down the line, just a pipe
Like a blunt sliced at the end of a scythe
Grim to the reeper, I'm to get deeper, Blackland, Carol City, my shit, day and night
Bitch, fuck a man on the moon, I'm Captain Planet, I'm the shrooms
Evacuate the fuckin premises lyricists, evidence running with Raider Klan
All ugly mane, just like pro meth-heads I'm makin' a stain
Hoes talk that shit, and they always run game, but when niggas beckon, they yo name
Fuck them hoes
Really the way it goes
I bought Triple 6 and Outkast Hits
So niggas touch me, a friend or a foe
And, Slikk, I fucked up yo shit, young nigga, yo ass gone
I'm the best outta Carol City, since Gunplay

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Listen man, i can pop' you with one hand, rob you with the other
Ugly mane, i go
I'm a one man unaffiliated institution, don't confuse it with Raider Klan is tight as nooses
All black Zeus'in it Gruseome if you slip it
you emprisonned inside a chalk line around your final position
Got this 40 that I'm sippin', cose it's boring no competition
I'm through the hood on these Ds that I'm twistin'