Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Welcome to tha section where it's than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, tryin' ta be rich
Dope get hit, armed 'rilla insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of
It's where the Feds'll dip through, get you
Catch you at tha second line, flip you
Kids get outta school, swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringin' clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. ain't nothin'

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep
On New Year's, tha get shut out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha you gon' be gettin' shot
gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats was
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and they a
Carbine aimed at dome for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, holla

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Da
Home of tha
Da
Home of tha

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?

Is ya for it? Better be over-prepared
When ya ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha of his 'Baud cuffs
Well, aware on the route that he's duck
If thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or luck
'Cuz he gon' break and bust, she gon' be up

your business is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a was a million years old
Bein' a shot caller is tha goal
I'll anybody in the roll
To make it there, you talk crazy, we it there
You'll feel like a steak, nigga, you
All these wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, change you boys

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

Now where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you

up, load up pistols, mask
Ride through, down, jump out, blast
Put bout fifty in ass
Second linin' family
Go score, it, chop it, serve it
Got a deal for fifty, it
Mission, riches, switches
Twenty inches, bitches
All day, hustle beaucoup,

huddle, AK muffled
Blood in puddles, scatter
Flying pieces of matter
Police don't probly won't know
Unless its they shit, they know
it quiet, tell nobody
Start no shit and stay in
focus, stay off porches
Watch for roaches, carry

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
Home of tha

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

Now you from, motherfucker, where you from?
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?

Where you goin', motherfucker, you goin'?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
I know where I'm to tha fuckin' Magnolia
Believe there, yeah, yeah, yeah
it down, mm, hmm
it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm
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