Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I think they know the time

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the
Heard going for the thirty straight
I can't lie, man that shit got me
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
shots, on fire

Ooh oh, your boy's
And he way to flashy, got my back
Nigga I just the lot, I ain't come to play
He me from my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say
Know some niggas doing ten, it on the yay
hold half a hundred, blame it on the K
Still the realest nigga in it, these CB4
This is fuck a records, and I'm the CEO
Got them stack long and wide, some Lego blocks
This ain't even my real home, this my spot
You seen so much money in a duffel bag?
as you open up the zipper, the bitch will double brag

I don't think know the time
Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the
they going for the thirty straight
I can't lie, man that got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
shots, on fire

I'm in that purple Lam', looking some dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with them birds, that rowdy white
Where I'm from them things hot, and that is cheap
And ain't nobody shit, cause they trying to eat
All they can eat, style
selling anything, buffet wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah that
Need me nine stupid deals, this is overpriced
Got it vacuum sealed up, that's the the scent
So much that if pull you over, smell it through the vent
If them people hit lights, I be a nervous wreck
When you don't nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check

That black tee with nice hoodies
The ski is my uniform
You know I heard your don't like them
If they the right price I go shootin' 'em for you
ya hickies out and you ok
Niggas took a stand on that case
Got murked out chillin' at a house
Shoulda seen the look on that ho
When we kicked the off the hinge
Niggas don't know walled out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he won't off again
Niggas took a and blowed off the lid
Show a pounds and balled off the bitch
A couple hundred shots will off the picks
my homeboy Will get home off his bid
I'mma do stickups
Two pumps in the pickup
Everybody keep your cause if anybody move
The bust shots will tear your clique up
get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, off
tax 30 badges for the 36
I'd rob and steal than flip soft I'mma stay on, fire