Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Fort Wayne

Out in the streets they call it Caine
to Fort Wayne

1st

Where nobody goes an the bodies arose with no
an everyone knows we're pro's that Mary Jane
the trees smoking the herb trying not to go insane
we're doing that blow in the 260 an we it Fort Caine
because everyone needs to know why we do we do
an smoke with the crew at like every baseheads
wondering where their went rolling another is my
intent we're feeling it killing it it to that extent an
there aint no comparison with blunts in & a bad
with so many rails like a subway station got
water bongs & pipes for toys we dem boys
Cocaine Cowboys with a couple kilograms of white
the pipe & then taking off flight fitting that stereotype
an we toke all night smoke then pack another bowl
tight with our favorite strain chiefing a fatty away
all the pain doing a numbie with caine every we slain
people be sayin' we weed & corn looking at weed like
cops be wondering where in the Hell we were born
people be snorting Tony Montana reppin' the where
nobody gives a damn in

People stare at us like & Ted they know I'm a pothead
know I get profit an got a lot of weed & caine another
& a line to maintain everybody's got dope so ya can't
complain we got the strain & the best coke a lot of 'em
drink but they don't smoke I'll smoke a bowl & I'll a
rhyme people don't think it's they think it's a crime free
my potheads doing we party at Piere's an we smoke
dope while stares...
(JB)
Put one in the air if I'm we're breaking it down there's
you bitches can say to me now we're spitting the
venom like Cobras a pyro mixed with some Lee I'm
setting fire to your I'm keeping a weapon I'm come from
the land of the drug deals I wish I could say it's all in
the hood but I would much rather be keeping it real my
crew is potheads we're reppin' for the Fort Wayne TinCaps
you ask why are they calling it "Fort Caine" stupid
fuckers get bitch slapped I'm in the same chevy in the
streets all day cops on my nuts but I to get paid

Yo we're taking it over & it back putting the 260 on
the map chopping these lines of China white all
night to get it these people keep talking like we aint the
ones be around here we're carrying guns shooting some
pool at "The Break-An-Run" calling us you were a loser talking that shit & you're meeting my Ruger everybody & your
Momma knows we spit flames we aint reppin' the same
dissin' my city chich-chich bang I'm in a out chevy on
Main Street my life's like a scene from Waist we're next
thing coming out the midwest all I know is a struggle
we go hard in The Fort trying to get us an article up in
The Source cutting a line to snort sniffing a drip of aint
really want it you can expect a slaughter an Allen County
is where we getting so high the limits the sky stacking
my stay ready to strike cause The Fort gets a little bit
at night