Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't think they know the

Heard the streets up, I can see the sign
they going for the thirty straight
I lie, man that shit got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
Glass pot, on
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

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

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

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

That tee with them nice hoodies
The ski mask is my
You know I heard your homies like them
If they the right price I might go 'em for you
Take ya out and you ok
took a stand on that dope case
Got murked out at a bird house
seen the look on that ho face
When we the doors off the hinge
that don't know walled out to win
Six deep when you catch a nigga 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he won't off again
Niggas took a and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and off the bitch
A couple hundred shots hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy Will get off his bid
still do stickups
Two Mossberg pumps in the
Everybody keep your cool if anybody move
The bust shots will tear whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, off
in his ribcage, ripped off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft stay on, fire