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 lie, man that shit got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

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

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

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

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