Luyện nghe bài hát Get Retarded

Uhh, okay, y'all what this is
Jim capo nigga, we back on motherfucker
Drama king, drama game, bird
Dip set, diplomat y'all know it is
Exclusive nigga, for the
Harlem, stand up, east side
You know what it is, it

Passed my throwin' weed out the window
Half my they be out the window
Tell Kayslay throw the key out the
I parked in so I can see out the window
Get inside of the ride, 20 piped in the side
So I some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride
yet like pilots we fly
Trust me you be flyin' all
Like a bunch of birds and we the birds
And we bump the but "Mums" the word

Word, man bird gang
I you heard Mayne
But hold on Holmes, I be stones
Rocked up like a rollin'
Blocked up and I hold the
Pop up I will blow up homes, dip set, he it's on
Yeah, it ain't fair
I'll a flare, I'll leave him there
Just there, no breathin' air
Just leave him there police get there

Whoo! my kind of work
up bulletproof liner shirt
Then we the work, all kind of work
We watch po-po, tryin' alerts
Fuck that dough, dyin' of thirst
Huh, so we cop it and fry it
Chop and it, toppers supply it
Yeah hit the and he try it
watch the cops when they eye us
Yeah you know our starts riots

If it's drama we can it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a
If it's drama we gon' it
If it's problems we gon' it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, load the

If it's drama we can it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the
Turn yo' ass into a
If drama we gon' start it
If problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, load the

I pop hoes and greet ya, nachos and ya
Send Vatos, Choppos and to meet ya
They pop yo' top slow, pa blow and ya
I got dough, papo or low flaminga
I got hoes, papo lock load the finger

So all the broads now all town
All aboard now, all get all down
Yeah, on the floor now, your drawer down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you
I'm a case, Harlem's my villa place
what, nigga wait get it what, get it straight
Nigga, get it fucked, get the
Get it up, in your

Yeah, nigga what, hey
how my peeps roll, that's how the streets go
That's code, G roll, we know
Man, the boy gets busy, that's for fo' sheezy
The boy the busiest, all the of rap

If it's drama we can it
Start the drama, get
the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a
If it's drama we start it
If it's problems we gon' it
Big revolvers, you the
the hammers, load the cartridge

If drama we can start it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a
If it's we gon' start it
If it's we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, the cartridge

I gotta cock and load, finna pop hoes
Kill a motherfucker let the glocks
Come up on a corner servin' rocks and
Get the millimeter gotta rock and
Gotta hit him the heaters in the heart
And I hurt him with the hollows every time I heard he come here
If you don't the drama get up off the tip
I'll be the only motherfucker servin' and the pounds here

It ain't shit for me to throw them
If a nigga try to go inside, I come him off
Catch you slippin' with the rings
And ain't no for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off
Catch him open when I'm in the do'
Shoot up on the ceiling then I get him on the
Take yo' cash, yo' dro
rugers and a forty-fo'

Get killers, you better go get your gangstas
Better go get your hustlers, better go get riders
Better go get motherfuckers that'll handle that biz
a nigga even if they gotta do a bid
Dress up like chicken I pull you with a wig
Take away your mothers and kidnapped kids

at us then it's tit for tat
We the that be known to hit a lick for scratch
Makin' money puttin' on the tit with packs
Don't no drama with the honorary diplomat
I got a desert and a pocket full of shells
Opposition hangin' on a tip, make confetti
Thinkin' I'ma let pockets swell
It's murder I'm fillin' up the clip and I'm ready for war

Goin' bodies and drillin' the wall
Dead 'em so quick then you be the fall
I'm makin' sure that my enemy blood's the halls
When the twista got static, I'll be killin' all
'Cause drama Mayne

If it's drama we can it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, the cartridge
Turn yo' ass a target
If it's we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, the cartridge

If it's drama we can it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the
Turn yo' ass into a
If drama we gon' start it
If problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
the hammers, load the cartridge