Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Lacs

This is for the and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks
With the Benz makin' ends, I them paper stacks

is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves in the back
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, dividends and riding strapped

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

to the gizzame, stopped in the projects
Sold a half an of cocaine
Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ Screw raised the Lexus

Called up C
Did a song last with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on green spinach
And niggas still trippin', I dead, I'm still in it

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

See pockets full of dollars stacked
gangsta leaning sideways
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from Mister High rider

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

A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said, bitch tell I'm off?
But I gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls
And then I burst up out the block, the top 'cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most at the sideshow, abouts to plot

Hittin' donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
me spinnin', you can tell I was there
'Cause I clocked smoke I was finished
I five-O, and man he tried to sweat me

Thinkin' be nice 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 that glock, 40 up on the

You know who might not be
This is for the

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

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

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

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

is for the Bourbans and the Cadillac's
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper

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

Playa on
I can't you homie