Luyện nghe bài hát JoHn Muir

Bellin' through the street, y'all
Never had a weed card
I'm to flatline a nigga, never been soft
through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street,
I was thirteen with my heat, y'all
Nigga caught tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
for the bitches with the ass
Got an ice chain 'cause a nigga cash
Three pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my
Pistol on me, dunk in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin'
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs,
Fig niggas keep a dope fiend
bird, hit a kil', I ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish
I was just a square 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

Bellin' the mothafuckin' street, y'all
through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we
We love, we go

Bellin' through the street, y'all
get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunctions me where we can't go
me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a stripe on my record it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm shoot
I was out sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, it do?
I was class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggy when the small nigga rob, loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks as flu
from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's tryna get our groove on, yeah

through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street,
We love, we go
We rise, we go
Our pride, we
We love, we go