Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three
Two four doors, three old
Hmm, and a whole other shit I can't think of right now
'Cause I'm high as fuck,

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

Ain't no more purple so I'm yellow - (Tussle)
Got choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, to pop shit (For real though)
I the millions to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get cursed for shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em the world his
I put it all on the line, 'cause I'm a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay for three days (Damn)
I just a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the fling

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, (For real though)
Take them heels off you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a (Extendo)
Family I'ma get this money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock when I'm (Wock', wock')
I'ma paper when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten solitaires, got my ears hurtin' (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a bitch, it's not it
The realest I know is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You look good but your daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, (For real though)
them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (That's a lot bitch)