Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

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 Benz makin' ends I mean paper stacks

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin'
Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and strapped

(Uhh)
Wood grain with the leather
Windows so dark you need a to see me
on that doshia
Four niggas in the back screaming No soldiers!
to the gizzame, stopped in the projects
Sold a an ounce of cocaine

Hit interstate ten, to
Listening to DJ just raised the Lexus
Called up Pimp C, did a song last week my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some green
And niggas still trippin', I aint 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, and macks
With the Benz makin' ends and them stacks

See pockets of dollars
stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways
Today ain't Friday, ten it is and is my day
Take it mister high spoke rider
Suburban driver, pussy diver

Push the glock inside I'm riding
Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the
Got the word, swerve to the side of the curb
A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't I'm off?

But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white
And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top it was hot
Hit the spot with the hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot

donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there
'Cause I clocked smoke I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he tried to me
he'd be nice and all

'Cause I gotta 185 in the and you know they can't catch me
And if you see me you can stop me
But I keep that
40 up on the you never know who might not be
is for the playas

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

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

A niggas presidential
I'm on the level that you will never feel
My daughter thought I'd get up in the game and get killed
But reverse that and hit the studio and make a mill
For real, I'm slanging platinum shit I'm old and ill

Lil' Gotti, I'm make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay
Chill off in the bay, some hay
I wouldn't have shit no other way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

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

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

Playa on
I can't you homie