Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I think they know the time

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

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

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

I'm in that purple Lam', looking like some dirty
Catchin' passes them birds, yeah that rowdy white
Where I'm from them things hot, and that talk is
And ain't nobody hearing shit, they trying to eat
All can eat, buffet style
selling anything, buffet wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah that
me nine stupid deals, this 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 them hit them lights, I be a nervous wreck
you don't fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check

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