Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' 4 Joints

(Brotha Hung)
roll me a motherfucking
check my gat get my point 'cause I jack
roll on foos like vice and my nine meter ain't nathan nice
I start jacking for a black jacket and ones I get dank
Im sending blood to the blood bank
you better hook me up
or die from my heart stopper
like nut smoking up blunt for
and one you can take me if you check me if you want
soon as I get my dank
you know it ain't 10 minutes for I'm planning my next gank
and even if your down my crew
(conversation)
(yo up man I don't understand this man, yo you get this motherfucka, I
him too)
so it up Mo Green
you its that gat pressing up against your motherfucking spleen
gimmie all that bud or you'll be kicking up dust off the motherfucking
rug
jacket off to the next nigga
R.J. you better have a trigger
I don't play nigga so it up shit
I got the same old nine that I blasted old Mo with foo
yourself smooth
gimmie all mexican sex and don't stress
I got this handled
put about 10 of sacks on a motherfucking panel
and I'm out the back
Triple Six next 'cause foo I need a 4 O
Im might be difficult
but Ima need me a 12 and a trench coat
lil the door
Triple Six in the room with some on armed in the coat
telling everybody move I'm fiending
hit the ice box for the Old
didnt to use my gun
now I'm off to Green I pop 8 3 1 nigga
jackpot ounce to the
snatch 2 ounces then I
and cant faking on the way out I saw the keys to the jeep
I might as take it
nigga kept breaking next M.C. Hobbs
foo tripping so I put out the lights (2 gunshots)
about 6 40's
now I'm back to the motherfucking while they look for me
Im in the creek butted and drunk
a nigga hiting homeless with the
and I could feel niggas that I just ganked
coming up so I the gat nigga
to my head on the trigger
better do it I send ya home
pop pop pop pop 4 to the

(Shawna Coyle)
shit I really shot that