Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a head
Chest out never understood up in the hood
Never knew right wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead hard head
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my
Stab my in the stomach with a knife

When I was years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and
a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out
For to go between my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, nigga see and go
Fully automatic I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or you're fucked

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, liar
Dope game got me like this, high
Smokin' more bomb Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a of food
Run up out of that prejudiced ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N kind of intention on payin'

Damn near flashin', that's what the fuck I'm
And I'm blastin' up in this
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm fuck the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm bad
I got all kind of on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you my shit and I'm flashin'

my shit, the situation is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm off the shit
And I'm bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
Nigga I'm out bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it up, choppers in the back of the truck

to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up fame
Got a to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's labor chasin' paper
twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers come with VCR's
ovens and credit cards

Pullin' all kind of metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down bumper jacks
Lip's bitches shoot crap
Try to have paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard
Liable, blow a whole on a
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on

Psycho, it's all about
Quarter ounce is on
Run up in his home sock or bone
With the chrome pistal, pistol whip a
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and
Bakin' soda, to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a packin'
stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the pulled me over
And put the to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, flashin' on ass
I got to actin' like a demon the motherfuckers me
The other day I go to off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
let me get to flashin' on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my
And I got to

It's all bad, used to be comrade
Used to fuck the hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger to a nose, vogues
Slammin' Cadillac do's together, crack
Gettin' if it's back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the

For the state troop, might
the drug deal flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about since League, Boy Scouts
Paper route a diamond get some day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, like a old hag
She gonna get stanky if you're get teared up
But us don't bring me back
My duffel bag, I squinges off the hinges
Lean ballin', and weed
A thousand dollars worth of change, chicken feed

A record a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra
Gun clappin' music slappin' crashin'
and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just came on the first second and of the month
Made my check and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next neighbor hollerin' that shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin' and I got ta
that bitch I'm flashin'
Send a rookie to the store to me back some Rossi Ron

He me back Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that ass motherfucker, silly nigga
A motherfucker up in this motherfucker flashin'
Get to testin' my nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I
Didn't let me up in the Club Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep from flashin'

Bought dollar 250 worth of and they tried to charge me
For ice and I flashed
Got jumped outside a house party fools me for dead
When I got home I seen them
And they ass was in the red, I got to
I tell ya, bitch these I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit bitch, shit