Luyện nghe bài hát Illegal Amigos

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

(Chorus 1)
(Who can hang with Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, LB's tha Kilos
(Who can hang Illegal Amigos)
Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em

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 on Hillah
shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap
So i can show mothafuckers where my heart is at
me in tha back of that Benzino
Puntin on my
Blowin all this smoke, Straight out tha window
JP, where tha fuck we gone go
I thought you knew we blowin two of vindo
No turnin bro, continue on my hustle though
I comin up show
Must maintain, that right Hoe Ohh!!!
Chillin with them blunt
You see my at the
off that green dragons stick it
With that V and it
Puta! you couldn't see me
Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy tha T.V...

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

amigos, yeah!
They be my people, we connected like
3]
Extensions from kilos
As my nigga nio, he
How to make 100 dollas
A week, startin' from
Now we got connections Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
of pounds then Key's 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 keep my on my K-Sam...
Afilliated, La Colecta, Amigos
Blunt Master's, C's, Park Mexicans
Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack
Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the
Big Ballin...!
Illegal amigos, tha connection
Everything from to pounds to automatic Weapons

(Chorus 1)

I done my coke up and my dope is low punk
4]
As the sun goes down we begin to up
Don't fight the fillin, aventually you in
SPM, rock tha that you live in
raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at
I go all out, walk down the route
Fuck and all that, bitches is a draw back
Gone South, Knew I'm torn bout
Ya'll my padential, my padentials
I twist ya niggas up pretzels
Man quien Carlos Coy
80 G's a month self-employed
Killin 'em softly, 'em off me
askin me if I'm the best
I tell 'em
I Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...
You fellas, jealous on my dick like relish

(Chorus 2