Luyện nghe bài hát Boomshakalaka

We livin in the last
Yeah we saw over

40 on me break you off
And even got the cocka boomshakalaka
Yeah I'm a cold mother fucker
Put the hammer out and it like boomshakalaka
My hit licks like shotas with the forty glockas
Boomshakalaka boom
And my bitch blast and she got that ass
Like nigga
People say we runnin out of
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like
I'm a lose my fuckin and I'm a
Blast this nine like boomshakalaka bitch
say we runnin out of time
And they drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
A nigga run me and try to take mine
I'm a pop tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch

I'm ballin forty in my
Bet this mother won't NBA Jam
Up the springfield, think my aim off
My Louie Jacket cost more ya chain cost
I'm act up
Now show punks how I'm strapped up
on me, (fuck you up)
Hot damn, son of a
Tell daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch
tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories
Turn your bitches on, she extra
And I know what I'm on, with your ass
She got red lipstick on the wine
I know you mad
I see you tail
Act like you got sense or something bad will happen
She got off work and came straight to the
Your bitch catch a date with some rich thug
Oh you mad

Bitch OG barbeda on ready
Triger finger on the triger and all steady
No problem is too big or too
Got the third eye to see corners and through walls
No matter who calls we answer ring
on the money baby that's the first thing
Got your mama [?]
Losing a hundred wouldn't be the worst thing
This mob music, stricktly for made men
Run up like you want it you can catch up fate
I ain't I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin
They gone find you right in the same spot you lay in
I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro
I'm the cat who gone make it do it do bro
And you know so act
'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack make it go boomshakalaka

I'm what you call a living (sha-plow)
Thiss what you call a eleven (sha-plow)
Here's two on the way plow plow
four more plow plow plow plow
I got a to take over your land
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred
I'm not a star you know my name now my
You simple you fame I rep glory
Damn now these nigga's down
But they don't say nothin when I'm
don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound
No matter of fact that you get around
I don't' hang with industry I hang with killers
I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my
My outfit from Paris
Show up to your party like Robert Harris