Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

[Intro, Hook: each line x4]
Let's his ass up!!!
We his ass up!!!
Now the ambulance!!!
Flatline!!!

1:]
.44 ducked off in my chevy let's his ass up
And if a hata buck let's they ass up
I'm skied-masked up whateva is whateva'
I'm watchin' posted mixin' fruits and goose togetha'
I keep that beretta I call dat bitch my heater
And if you play me close just like a bitch man Imma ski
Dem westin twins meet cha' can greet cha' like a feature
And change up all ya features call da Red Cross to treat
The club is off a meters the crunk they doin' they
Security betta check em' or we gone dem hands
Now A-Town stomp dat ass me bow his ass up
(Aye back up!!!!) call the and now you fucked
to pick yo ass up and take you on the stretcher
We his ass up I hope dat God Bless Ya
Yo ain't hear to help ya do want it wit us
I you that we gangstas let fuck his ass up

2:]
(Flatine!!) his he gone? (Flatline!!!) Lil' dead
(Flatine!!) he bust a move (Flatline!!) we his dreads
(Flatline!!!) 4 to ya dome (Flatline!!) I cha' wig
Imma grown ass man I don't wit fuckin' kids
These niggas swear they hard these hoes they bad
But when it comes to they all act like drags
Sissies and fags yo life is slippin' fast
I hope you go to Tupac gone kick yo ass
I think you need to breathe I'm so niggas chill
Smoke you a a kush go try to get a deal
Niggas forreal Big Oomp we tote the steel
DJ Unk off in the Lac ready to twist yo cap back