Luyện nghe bài hát Burbons and Lacs

This is for the Burbans and the
the tens 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 Burbans and the
With the tens and bumpin' in the back
This is for the smokin' doolamac
skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped

(Uh) wood grain with the leather
so dark you need a flashlight to see me
Smokin' on that doshia, four in the back screaming No Limit soldiers!
True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a an ounce of cocaine
Hit ten, to Texas
Listening to DJ Screw just the Lexus
Called up Pimp see, did a song last week with my Bun be
Twistin' on some spinach
And still trippin', I ain't 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, pimps and
With the Benz ends and them paper stacks

See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning
Today Friday, ten it is and today is my day
Take it from mister high spoke
Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy
Push the glock when 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 I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot
Hit the spot with the most at the sideshow, abouts to plot
Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a up nigga
Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I smoke when I was finished
I seen five-O, and man he tried to 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 dashboard you know who might not be
is for the playas

Playa, on
I hate you homie
Playa, on
I hate you homie

and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed
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 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 that shit and hit the studio and make a
For real, I'm slanging platinum until I'm old and ill
Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to
Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I have that shit no other way
The made life, the tight, No Limit for life

This is for the Burbans and the
With the and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players doolamac
With the Benz ends I mean them paper stacks
This is for the Burbans and the
the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for the players smokin'
With the makin ends I mean them paper stacks
play on
I hate you homie