Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
With the Benz makin' ends, I them paper stacks

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding

(Uhh)
Wood grain with the seats
Windows so dark you a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the
Screaming No soldiers

True to the gizzame, stopped in the
Sold a an ounce of cocaine
Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just the Lexus

up Pimp C
Did a song last week with my Bun B
Twistin' on green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm in it

This is for the Bourbans and the
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and
With the makin' ends and them paper stacks

See pockets full of dollars stacked
Strong leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it from Mister spoke rider

Cadillac driver, pussy diver
Push the glock inside when I'm
Flossing down the block, holla at my up in the third
Got the latest word, to the side of the curb

A fiend that me to serve him, I said, bitch can't tell I'm off?
But I gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top it was hot
Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, to plot

Hittin' donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was
'Cause I smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to me

Thinkin' he'd be and all 'cause I gotta 185
In the hood and you know they catch me
And if you see me chilling you can me
But I keep glock, 40 up on the dashboard

You know who might not be
is for the playas

Playa, on
I can't you homie
Playa, on
I hate you homie

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
A made life is all I dream, paper for that green
I'm thugging on the scene,
don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya

A niggas presidential
I'm on the level that you will never feel
My daughter I'd get caught up in the game and get killed
But reverse shit and hit the studio and make a mill

For real, I'm slanging platinum until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, some hay
I wouldn't that shit no other way
The made life, the game tight, No for life

This is for the Bourbans and the
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
is for the players smokin' doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them stacks

Playa on
I can't hate you