Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow
Pow Pow hot on a nigga head
Chest out never understood up in the hood
Never knew from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a for nothin' for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead hard heathen
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my
Stab my daddy in the stomach a knife

When I was three years old, figured it out
That's why a nigga coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, a nigga out
For trying to go between my paper route
Wet his ass up, nigga see and go
Fully automatic I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you spittin' heat then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or you're fucked

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, liar
Dope game got me like this, certify
more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's and order a gang of food
Run up out of that fuck ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N of intention on even payin'

Damn flashin', that's what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm up in this motherfucker
I got my heater out and I'm sayin' fuck the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin'
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm

Understand my shit, the situation is way real
I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm
Nigga I'm out bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no apparent I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it fired up, in the back of the truck

About to light the crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up claim
Got a little to my name, slick as sugar
Three in the mornin' it's labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to several car
come esouped with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit

Pullin' all kind of metal straps
Beatin' down with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot
Try to have paper than a factory
Motherfuckers to showin' out when the yard flexes
Liable, blow a on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal on arrival

Psycho, it's all about
ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white or bone
With the chrome pistal, pistol whip a
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and
Bakin' soda, to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, when a nigga packin'
stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the Elroy's me over
And put the to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, on they ass
I got to actin' like a demon the motherfuckers me
The other day I go to off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to actin' bad and I got to

On a motherfucker, motherfucker out there
Talkin' crazy to me at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker on my shoe
And I got to

It's all bad, motherfucker to be comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, Jeff clothes
Closer than a to a nose, choosin' vogues
Cadillac do's together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the

For the troop, might shoot
Durin' the drug deal flippin' at the
Voluntarily your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a get some day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, like a old hag
She gonna get hella if you're get teared up
But us don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' bag, I squinges off the hinges
ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken

A criminal a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower and extra clips
Gun clappin' slappin' party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the
Made my check late and I got to, flashin' on
Next door neighbor hollerin' that shit my beat too loud
I up the motherfuckin' steps and I got ta
that bitch I'm flashin'
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back Rossi Ron

He brought me back Chablis, and I get to
On that ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker
Get to testin' my nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my up in the dice game and I flash
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe and go to flashin'
fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself flashin'

Bought dollar 250 of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I
Got outside a house party fools left me for dead
When I got home I seen motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to
I tell ya, bitch these I tell ya
Shit I ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit