Luyện nghe bài hát Last Trip To Scotland

That pussy doin' pig Latin
He can't to the hood
Might kill him off, top up in the
Son he better than niggas
I think his rebels is resentful, tried to him in his rental

He had an Idi Amin approach, the roach
Had a hunger face, he his mom's 7 in the ocean
He's a wild cowboy heron who rocked the dead on
Knock a DEA agent on his

All of his machette'd up stainless

You never heard nothin', all you hear is the guns
Rockin' pastel blazers with a from Iceland
Who old dad put 'em up on white
Starvin' to make a whack debut, he came through the

Three culture Devilles with them a
This pathetic, monkey face faggot daddy
Comin' the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son we on foot patrol

through the hole, niggas is swoopin'
700 shots, all leather gloves, 6
Two had a mask on, they 'em off, what?
We got you now nigga, you down

Niggas is foul, this is king, by any means blaow
They pushed his in, fell out as saconies
his homies, took his glock
You gon' be my

exchanges, the hoods, the gun range
Everybody's a target, on how you aim
Dice games and ice chains, pendants spellin' name
OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the

Look at shorty shit stain, up to be a fuckin' mess
Before his clique came, he and never tucked his chest
full of them things, he caught the gun connect
Ridin' 'round A and Lou, Nino when they want respect

Son cold, want to show
know they straight shippin'
Hood to the bungalow
talking led to birds talking
Chattin' bout happened
And and where they comin' back in

Champagne traffickin' while they travel
Word got back at old time friends and snakes
Two Bourbons
But the one that dropped the birds got
for the ones who light the steel got mill

Pussy power made the sour
Apartment full of party powder outside a for hours
clacks from big gats and rags
Soon as the door they runnin' up on the grass

Bang flash, shots right on path, glass
Comedy of laughs while they haul ass the bags
Legends in my hood play back, twin Benz's in black
And that was like the old