Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot on a nigga head
Chest out never grew up in the hood
Never knew right wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead hard head
Meanin' give a fuck about I seen my momma
my daddy in the stomach with a knife

When I was three years old, finally it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, a nigga out
For trying to go my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that see and go
automatic convertible I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you spittin' heat then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else fucked

that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope got me like this, certify high
Smokin' more bomb Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and a gang of food
Run up out of prejudiced fuck ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N kind of intention on even

Damn near flashin', what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm blastin' up in motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm sayin' fuck the
I'm pissin' on everything, it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin'
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you my shit and I'm flashin'

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn
I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm
I'm out there bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it fired up, in the back of the truck

About to light the crib up
bang shoot 'em up claim fame
Got a to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to Russian car
Clickers come with VCR's
ovens and credit cards

Pullin' all kind of metal straps
Beatin' nijjas with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot
Try to have more paper than a
Motherfuckers gettin' to out when the yard flexes
Liable, blow a on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the tribal dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all survival
Quarter zippers is on
Run up in his home sock or bone
With the chrome pistal, whip a nigga
with a zap force, seen hammer, arm and hammer
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, man
Can't win, when a nigga packin'
stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window and told me I was
And I got to, flashin' on ass
I got to actin' a demon the motherfuckers told me
The day I go to turn off my P G and E
and I got to actin' bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker out there
Talkin' to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker on my shoe
And I got to

It's all bad, motherfucker used to be
Used to fuck the hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger to a nose, choosin'
Slammin' Cadillac together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if back, overkill
Put the on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, might
Durin' the drug deal at the mouth
Voluntarily raps your folkers out
Tight since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty a old hag
She gonna get hella if you're get teared up
But us niggas don't bring me
My motherfuckin' bag, I squinges off the hinges
ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of change, chicken feed

A criminal record a full of dirty
Givin' niggaz black and bloody lips
Cauliflower and extra clips
Gun music slappin' party crashin'
and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just on the first second and third of the month
Made my check and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin' and I got ta
Tellin that bitch I'm
Send a rookie to the store to bring me some Rossi Ron

He brought me Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly
Yknahmsayin'? A up in this motherfucker flashin'
Get to my testicles nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to
fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep from flashin'

Bought dollar 250 of liquor and they tried to charge me
For ice and I flashed
Got jumped outside a house party fools left me for
When I got home I them motherfuckers
And ass was in the red, I got to flashin'
I ya, bitch these niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit bitch, shit