Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Oz

Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we in the club
Motherfuckers, everybody get in Detroit too nigga!
So the fuck out!

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Bitch!

We fucked up, let us in the
One of y'all niggas catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I hurl for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the
D12 shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile run in, wild wit us
Cause all my niggas, is talking that
And got no problem, wit smacking no
I'll have my wife, cut your
Blunts, cannons, all we smoke
the fuck out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 nigga, we to fucking fight!

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Bitch!

Who's trying to be the one
To catch this in the throat?!
You know po po don't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just clapped people, you gon' be number four!
If you don't the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!
My crew is over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we coming in and you home!
Security, they even stop us because they know!
Runyan soldiers hold us down, rep where ever we go!
Chugging on our and holding our forty-fo's!
We come wit toasters like we opened savings and loans!
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we our own!
So grab whatever you sipping on and get it on!!

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Bitch!

We as a motherfucker, we bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get
I settle my vendettas wit AK's,
We don't 'posed to be in wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell
flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding
You retreating, running to car and skating off, re G'ing
We examples outta you running yo mouth
You reason why you is pouring they 40's out
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat bloody
And you gon have to out a keg for all your homies!

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Bitch!

I was raised by drunks so I became a
80 on this vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me
Only talk to a bitch, burgundy hair
ON the Isle in the Vette, Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's coming
See me on the ave daily, be running this
If your chick get loud G Money that bitch
Packing mags and clips, I'll ya clique
of Proof, they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out the store I got plenty!

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Bitch!