Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't think know the time

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

Ooh oh, your back
And he way to flashy, got my back
Nigga I left the lot, I ain't come to play
He pull me my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say
Know some niggas doing ten, it on the yay
Clip 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 and wide, like some Lego blocks
This ain't my real home, this my Lego spot
You seen so much money in a duffel bag?
Soon as you up the zipper, the bitch will double brag

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

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

That tee with them nice hoodies
The ski mask is my
You know I your homies don't like them
If the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you
ya hickies out and you ok
Niggas took a on that dope case
Got murked out chillin' at a bird
Shoulda seen the on that ho face
When we kicked the off the hinge
Niggas that don't walled out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a nigga in the streets
Man I bet he won't doze off
took a Chevy and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the
A couple hundred will hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy get home off his bid
still do stickups
Two Mossberg in the pickup
Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody
The shots will tear your whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, off
Face in his ribcage, off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal flip soft I'mma stay on, fire