Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome To Fort Wayne

Out in the streets they it Fort Caine
Welcome to Fort

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

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

Yo we're taking it over & bringing it back the 260 on
the map chopping lines of China white rehearsing all
night to get it right these keep talking like we aint the
ones be around here we're carrying guns shooting some
pool at "The Break-An-Run" calling us Hoosiers you were a loser talking that shit & you're meeting my Ruger everybody &
knows that we spit flames we aint reppin' the same
dissin' my city bang I'm in a smoke out chevy on
Main Street my life's like a scene from Waist Deep next
thing out the midwest all I know is a struggle what's
success we go in The Fort trying to get us an article up in
The Source cutting a to snort sniffing a drip of water aint
nobody really want it you can expect a an Allen County
is where we reside getting so high the the sky stacking
my money stay ready to strike cause The Fort a little bit
at night