Luyện nghe bài hát Bourbans And Llacs

This is for the and the 'Llac's
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
With the Benz makin' ends I mean paper stacks

This is for the Bourbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
Slappin' skins, dividends and riding strapped

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

Hit ten, to Texas
to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus
Called up C, did a song last week with my nigga Bun B
Twistin' on some spinach
And still trippin', I aint dead, I'm still in it

is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the
This is for the players, hustlas, and macks
With the Benz makin' and them paper stacks

See pockets of dollars
Already stacked gangsta leaning sideways
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke
Cadillac driver, pussy diver

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

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

Hittin' donuts, you I'm macking, a straight up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can I was there
I clocked smoke when I was finished
I seen five-o, and man he to sweat 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 you can stop me
But I keep that
40 up on the dashboard you know who might not be
This is for the

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

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

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

Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got to parlay
Chill off in the bay, some hay
I have that shit no other way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

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

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

Playa on
I can't hate you