Luyện nghe bài hát Legal Dope Compilation

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I to lose
Fuck 22's
I got an ap 10 and a tech 9
So you you can't fuck with mine

(verse1)
(lynch)
If I was standing in the dark my nine spark
(d-dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers feel me yet
(lynch)
that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you your gut
Talking
(d-dub and lynch)
What the fuck you on?
(lynch)
All dome as the got me gone
Nigga on
On the slugs come out
(d-dub)
At night I do my red rum so tight
(lynch)
I'ts the strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at dome
to make your brain split and hit the fleetwood brome
I'm like chase, mixed with al capone
If you want some shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new
A criminal nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So to the east side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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(verse2)
Nigga, it's that-sac of state of mind
Where niggas put their gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their black beenie
I'm like
As I swoop through the and get up to no good
And I wish you
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some '89
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and me over their back
But that
Why you think I got extended
I'm so high, most of the time
I can't miss, nigga

4x