Luyện nghe bài hát VA Cats

Watch
where my eyes could see

Crime
Thugs,
Whatsup

Cats be me, somebody snitching somebody dying see
Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was three
lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat
Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the
Death was my instinct, I had to stop and think
faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep
Disregard this camouflage batter thirty teeth
Heist pulling selling niggas coming from dirty street
Look what? Pretty boy get him, right there yo the heat
Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ass fast as me
Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass
Chrome is two turned bitch, I love city heat
Arsenal, blazin them weapons when there murder beef
unheard of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets

Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well
Do them hit, we never tell none
Sittin in the cell for hell's gun
We though, we just dip bail
And like say or somethin
You heard of us VA Cats, for

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I the judge got a grudge
No love for thugs drugs
warfare with ice mugs
Inside the borough, bred head the stero
Style deniro, slottin in chrome is
The Max Mil era, I pick whenever
Time to exercise my five, a terror
Ill vatal, roll with my crime and feel stable
With betrayal, I place you in the field cradle
I heard a thirty eight, it ain't hurt
Swerving in the irving, Feron in the paper chase
With thug niggas, that's born to rub
gold diggas, my whole mentality is "Fuck niggas"
Mafioso, the savage, breakin your
Crossbows, darts at your torso
Constrictor, boa, a flame thrower
Bank quoters, I damn a Range Rover
Melting glaciers, the ice
gems to murders, twin propellars, ice cold polar
Burn solar, king the god sonar
Holding a toaster, on wanted posters
Sweepstake, my click is keep safe
For Pete's sake, I generate and scape
What's in the Crime Syndicate fam patrol the ave
What's today was bad

Street for night time crime, bullets ricochet
Constantly inclining them faggots need reminding
Split your coat lining, Crack bone marrows having ass crying
Rob just like DeNiro, keeping cigars lit
Fed pop but don't know shit, we with
Scandals come in in your turnpike, for trafficin
Virginia, that's where money was head, and the packages
On the corner, there that cat go, he's come it
Don't let that cat to my man, aight and shit
new cats was plottin to get them
I'm back let them
Greatin ass you pussy, this time we murder them
unheard of VA Cats be on some dirty shit

Va Cats for
yo
My niggas
My real New York
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All my live
all my cuban niggas
Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big