Luyện nghe bài hát Livin' Loc'd

Yo, man, that, man
Niggaz be on some real
Yo, I'll bust nigga ass, get the fuck outta here
Yo, what the is up, bitch?
the fuck you been at, man?

Yo, man word is bond niggaz in be frontin'
Niggaz can't get off ol' bullshit
Word up, man, fuck that,

Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingaz,
Fuck that, and motherfuckin' bitch Boss
And word is bond I want you to tell these
How we livin' Boss, 'em

Broke as a goddamn
Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few
Couple of bucks, so fuck the rent
My share of that shit got spent on some
So many motherfuckers is my new sport

I'm ready to and kill for a rap deal
Fuck the and the gas bill, we don't give a fuck
We shit of livin' shabby
Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to

Off into the night, me and Dee up mo' hell
Got into some shit befo' we reached the hotel
Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get at the same time
niggaz steady throwin' up they gang sign

No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm
But it's cool, deez bitches 'bout to slang
So on my hip goes a pager, [Incomprehensible]
two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor

See a punk, kill a punk and then we mug 'em
Out to get paid, motherfuck strugglin' shit
nothin' to a bitch with no emotions
Tell 'em how the you livin', I'm livin like loc'd

loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggaz get
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
Livin' loc'd,

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
Livin' loc'd, niggaz get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
And all the bitch ass can suck my dick

Buck, buck, I let the trigger loose
better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose
Haven't you heard of this murderous bitch slow?
And lead to the head of my foes on the down low

'Cause all we got we fuckin' it
Got a buck and now we roll it, fuck footin' it
Cruisin' the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
Down to [Incomprehensible]
Cluckers kickin' in their 'n shit

'Cause niggaz'll never the dirt
Do we're niggaz on they back
Then actin' like we never fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep
Goddamn, what a bloody mess

Sleepin' on benches, us into roguest bitches
We jumpin' from the feds through puddles and ditches
Goin' out, don't a fuck if I get smoked
Yo, at least I'm goin' out

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'
loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin'

Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggaz get
Livin'

And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will to put a
Ass full of my foot for with the butchers
Fuck next, steppin' gauge upon my hip, weapon
double m's for the 187
'Cause I'm but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
Rollin' niggaz up the motherfuckin' zig zag

Understand this bitch [Incomprehensible] mine
Or two into your chest with the Tec 9
'Cause ever the days of way back
I played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat

I gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga
Put you in kill 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
gangsta bitches just can't cope
Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life

It's the Boss