Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No nutt's no glory, hear the story
I'll be on stage, you kill that punk for me
Drink more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty
out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty
Money is no for this killa project
You always have my back, my number one
Caballo a low-low that like a hot check
Watch the fly on this dimond lace novato
Me, I'm rollin in tha two corvette
My wife, ain't even born yet
I'm Dope Records, band outta Texas
Real niggaz eatin MC's for
Relentless, when they me tha steal
Get family killed, like amid-divil
I pimp two Mary Jane and Snow White...
The ink in my pen shoot from a blow pipe

(Chorus 1)
(Who can hang with Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha
(Who can with Illegal Amigos)
Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes

2]
C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha
Dollar
To get my pocket, but big face
See me in these streets
With these killas
Get on my lap, make a left on
Givin out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap
So i can show there where my heart is at
Cath me in tha back of that
on my C-Noes
Blowin all smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
Migga JP, tha fuck we gone go
I thought you knew we two sticks of vindo
No back bro, continue on my hustle though
I ain't up show
Must maintain, ain't right Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin with them masters
You see my at the
Pushin off that dragons stick it
that V and soak it
Puta! you couldn't see me
Talkin bout, ain't that from tha T.V...

2:
(Who can hang Illegal Amigos)
Illegal amigos puttin our peoples
(Who can hang Illegal Amigos)
amigos stayin incognito...

amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we like dots
3]
Extensions C-Notes kilos
As my nigga nio, he
How to make 100 thousand
A week, startin' from
Now we got from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
House of pounds then to Key's
The holly West, we got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
We big ballin', that's what I'm my people
And I still my eyes on my K-Sam...
Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal
Blunt Master's, C's, South Mexicans
Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the
Big Ballin...!
amigos, tha mexican connection
Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic

(Chorus 1)

I done cook my up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes we begin to post up
fight the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha world that you in
Street raise for combat, where tha bomb at
I go all out, down the wrong route
Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw
Gone South, Knew what I'm torn
Ya'll down my padential, my
I twist ya niggas up pretzels
Man quien soy? Coy
80 G's a month self-employed
Killin 'em softly, 'em off me
They askin me if I'm the
I tell 'em
I promise Imma show your bitch ass hell is...
You fellas, just jealous on my like relish

(Chorus 2