Luyện nghe bài hát 38

x5]
I think they know the time

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

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

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

I'm in that Lam', looking like some dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with birds, yeah that rowdy white
Where I'm from them things hot, and that is cheap
And ain't nobody hearing shit, cause they to eat
All can eat, buffet style
Nigga selling anything, wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah that
Need me nine stupid deals, this shit is
Got it vacuum sealed up, that's the the scent
So much if they pull you over, smell 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 with nice hoodies
The ski mask is my
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
Niggas took a stand on that case
Got murked out chillin' at a bird
Shoulda seen the look on that ho
When we kicked the off the hinge
Niggas don't know walled out to win
Six feet deep when you catch a nigga in the streets
Man I bet he won't off again
Niggas took a Chevy and off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the
A couple shots will hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy Will get off his bid
I'mma do stickups
Two pumps in the pickup
Everybody your cool cause if anybody move
The bust shots will tear your whole up
Niggas get out the ambulance lift up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, off
tax 30 badges for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip I'mma stay on, fire