Luyện nghe bài hát Woodson And Worthing

Yeah just everything let me do this huh
This is damm Filero this is damm
he on the mothafucken sobrero
the bake hood me some bake
hey Filero pull up bass in this
man i don't hear no ok
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
we go man

Smoke on the kill popped up on wheel
want another peel naw nigga I'ma
off the X its the SP-Mex
just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar
hoes wanna speak nah I need a
I be freestyle in my sleep
out to Hous-tone that's my dam
I like to get I need a bowl of Honeycomb
Man put em up man I can't
I need a forty and a forty
down for my raza mira lo que
when it get hot I'ma have to buy a
orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the pretty patas
Ima throw vato back to chase
SPM mean South Park
1 in a V-12 engine
in the same with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka peace to Lil'
I be the ship its better kaka
I'ma take a of you're but naked sister
and my killas got pliers than wrencha
gangsta gangsta all about it
22 in ya' brand new outfit
feestyle flow is all I with
I don't a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch
in the land of g's QP's
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke
man I get crunked do with my thang
swang lang in the mothafucking brain
dumb dum did I did I get dumb
I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off thumb
you in the buns I mean the dam ass
I'ma get a glass and pull up some rasp
mothafucking berry with a lil
my niggas is so dam very
so dam very scary
with the what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say hi to my cities
I don't even care if what little bitty
I get on my knees and I the Lord
whipping boys down with my cord
swurl to the world diamonds and
all my girls died like Devirl
straw to the nose curl up my
selling that to them buttnaked hoes
man I aint but I do talk to bullets
tell ya boys to cool it
cause I it and I pull it man

[Chorus
As I up at the sky
my eye starts bliking a tear my eye
my temperature falls
I'm shakin can break in
to save a dog

[Second
Man I put it I ain't tryin to trip
but I talk shit in the syrup sip
peace to Lil' Flip and my big Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no
trowed from the jump ice in my cup
man i gotta it i ain't lying im in love
with the codine on the Martin King
left on crest crump creep creep my sterling like a hole
im a mothafucken hook pirex get
i sell dope on foot i'ma i'ma
hustling man rock the sand
wash the white van get the
out if you see y'all out
undercover got their eyes
on the just bought a house
never took a louse
i got come from a quarter
that's i started in the game with
niggas short at the bunny what ridge
if they want bricks gotta to the
hill taking no less than a ten bill
you can have the five seven
dollar pieces dress like a fein no
and no creses i got my gun
no time for fun is night
till i see the sun peace
to Hulon and the Tio drinking
in the plut and my Pancho
Ed and my boy Jimmy Green
mothafucken Ken and my
Roni man can you see don't put it
me the R.I.P i die for my G in the
Orlens way scott plaza n Worthin
patna cause as i hustla that's my damm click
were we like to sell bricks and we to
fight pits i just had puppies but
my dogs im telling young niggas i don't
call the laws when i fucken you i'ma
pistol you man better ask you older
brother and sister what you done i'll
off the subject who wanna off my
banana republic man lets who the
clover land park bough my white
from super k mart on this mic i go so hard
forty five hundred rancher in my car man
X2:]
As I up at the sky
my eye bliking a tear drops my eye
my temperature falls
I'm shakin can they in
to save a dog

(Low-G)
Time to reload shots trough your
I fucken action I could never say no
duce doubled o till I go I wannna act
dumb like i did one's
toe to toe any day low but if
they know minute gone but the show
pack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g
my name is 187 shit is getting hicted
and convicted they all want my dope
cuz my shit is so addicted im for my
lana my is pure scama im riding on my low low
screwed up Santana
SPM
what think me and Low- G wouln't ride
no more my boy working on shit
getting it right coming this year 2002 is
for all the momies but fuck y'all if y'all cant
tamales man is for all my niggas im drunk
i got the hiccups and it rhymes huh.