Luyện nghe bài hát La La La Boom

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

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

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

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

Ain't start making guns when made you nigga
Ain't no but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know 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 Jay Cutler
Fuck this, what's
talking all that fuck shit, tough shit
Put a nigga on like
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil
I Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free this ass whooping
Come with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got I am what I am .45 Go blam with no jam
Bring a Vietnam, let's go ham
Niggas out of ham, let's 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 with my little Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't 'bout The Notebook
Niggas got killers out here, west side, feel us out here
Weasel and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol is out here
? on the low end
all my BD niggas bring the in
And BdD twins locked up in the and my nigga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money nigga your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Boys? They Fuck with me
I fuck stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville
Yellow G, me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't never met a who can't die
I'm so I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end my nigga Par K (With my nigga Par K)
And he A GD, but it's Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Tale
OG a car sale
spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis ain't they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought was Future's song!)
(I'm to show you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!