Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, coupes
Two doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a lotta other shit I can't think of right now
I'm high as fuck, PaperRoute

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

no more purple so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For though)
out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I to God my son don't get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em the world his
I put it all on the line, I'm a gamblin' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay for three days (Damn)
I just a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the fling

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still (Woo)
Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (Uh)

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know get this money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, when I'm dirty (Wock', wock')
I'ma paper when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I never ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucka I is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You good but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T.,

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still (Woo)
Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (That's a lot bitch)