Luyện nghe bài hát La La La Boom

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Know Hoover niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, its drama time
thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, well it's time
Who the fuck is Lil
I dust you like ash and
Your flow wack, my crack
Got marble floors, your crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need wraps
Don't ride in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, Ciroc orange
Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
a real one, I owe you
Shot at them niggas when you heard the
If your daughter ever need something, don't I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like all cool
Might get trapped in too
call Mally he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil and baby Nitty
My Maybach 2 chickens
you got one? Don't talk my language
I'm shitting on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm the mosquito
I'll put you under the earth now a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips
You from Illinois? I'll bring the
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, talk to me
You want the I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no for this rap shit
Blood Money, Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
Cash Money, Money
Ain't got no time for this rap
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get matches
I'ma torch the this La Familia
Pull up and spin a backwards
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming with my dogs
That chopper going walls
This beef That's me shit
Pull up bangin' that Meek
That monster truck pull up of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
Choppers at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my on Instagram?
must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I out a Glock on him
make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and
Have a bitch nigga to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka and them (green Light)
That mean go
if you ever see this ho nigga, on nigga it's a (green Light)
where my nigga died to Riverside
even your niggas it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
around and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I like no one)
(Step behind these and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they lips but they like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that gon' come)
I fuck with no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who
Never heard of these
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't me put on burgundy nigga
Let the AK I'm serving these
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black suburban niggas
I'm taking bitches, I'm chains
I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns when they you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
in on them 50s
I got on west and the Southside of Chi too
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay
this, what's this?
Niggas all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on Trukfit
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam
a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam
Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
is a DM with no gram
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold head
If you getting nigga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They Fuck me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, I mean Murderville
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't met a nigga who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in Shark Tale
OG like a car
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis ain't what want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I that was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to you)
You done caught a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You of Lil Durk? Nigga, hell nah!