Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, coupes
Two doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I think of right now
'Cause I'm as fuck, PaperRoute

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, a bag, on that 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 top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

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

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

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

Big boss, CEO, on that 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
the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them 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)