Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

1]
No no glory, hear the whole story
I'll be on stage, when you that punk for me
Drink some more forty, my Lil' Shorty
Pick out ride, Luxturious or Sporty
Money is no object for killa project
You always have my back, my one soldado
Caballo a low-low that like a hot check
Watch the time fly on dimond lace novato
Me, I'm in tha two tone corvette
My third wife, ain't even yet
I'm Dope House Records, band Texas
niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast
Relentless, when hand me tha steal
Get family killed, like amid-divil
I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and White...
The ink in my pen poison from a blow pipe

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

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

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

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

(Chorus 1)

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

(Chorus 2