Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

uh, uhh up my voice a little bit
just a little man, a little bit man, yo just a little bit dog, just a little bit, yeah
flippin ex-ho trippin... shit

flippin, ex-ho
got them new kicks from that boy pippin
still liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know what im
a big dippa'
still a killa'
still off that eighteen wheela'
betta', never ever ever
glass on my 'lac like that cinderella
on my 'retta
surf on the
for a shredder in a polo sweater
beef gets
from the ghetto
say you comin back homeboy i keep
hillwood tx, not mexicans
'cept the one got them two six hundred engines
don't ask questions, give answers
at the bar cause im not a good dancer
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple with the shasta
or the cream
in the cobra
motherfuckin born the fifth of october
servin coka
its la loca
her at the club ima slap her then choke her
still a baller haulin, and i shot it
call it what you call it, more brown bags than
man im cadabra
struggler not a
not a babbler
hustler not a
been a bachelor
always been
to fuckin streets
stayin long im buried
now ima swang, ima
i im seein blurrs
wit my boy serge in the trunk watchin
wit my persian
on inches
when i sleep she say that my trigger finger
im and i believe in ghosts
so many hos wanna be the 'los
im tweakin on the weed that i smoke
goin ninety-five on my motherfuckin
ridin them
up my tres
lobo me up talkin 'bout he want a raise
crime sho
don't do braids, a low cut like that boy norman bates
rattles and it shakes, jumps and it
candy paint look like the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in fifty different
fuck the radio cause you hate
but its all good, im from a hood
tie his bitch ass up and bring him to hillwood
in my sag down to my lugs
a t-shirt that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, in the rush
just put diamonds on my baby's
i fuck the plus and not the minus
and i might just let my black nine
and it like...

(chorus)

uhh ain't ready for this
ya'll ain't ready for this
uh ya'll ain't ready for this, come on, you no ready for

SPM

i tightin up my laces on my new stacy's
hug and kiss my then call up my crazies
tryin to make it through day no easy
motherfuckers cause im on top like zz
young niggas think we out here playin games
'til one lookin at the other niggas brains
laughed and you giggled the words that i riddled
now we step in the rock hard and dick shriveled
hoppin along in my '54
yes i hate pigs like boys of islam
gone in the wind, not 'till the end
no more talk with my in the palm of my hand
alize at the
got a call they shot two, the rest ran
that's how the gets done in the deep south
im in vegas watchin knock a bitch out
ice ballitician hold it down and dirty
peace to all my raza up in alberquerque
sign a bonus with ???? now my house is
niggas do me but you bitches nothin to me
understand my love makin haters bloody
actin buddy buddy softer than silly
hang by a rope and gut 'em you do a goat
and on his neck write on a fuckin note
bitch pissin in the wind began has begun
blast my heat once 'em up then be done
im one in a catrillion, million
in my bed gettin head from a brazilian
mama bitchin
gangstas still
im blowin weed with them boys from new
man im
never fallin
to my lou my motherfuckin darlin
and it like...

(chorus)

uh ya'll ready for this
ya'll ready for this
uh ain't ready for this
ya'll ain't ready for this, listen

so if you see 'em see 'em, go tell 'em tell 'em
only is my dope and i sell 'em sell 'em
or i 'em slang 'em
it don't what you call it
my so hot up in the hood you better record it
now of ya'll niggas think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you don't want motherfucker
have whole crew ducka ducka
it happens when i pull out my nine milla
nigga watcha, be careful cause my blood hotter
chunk bullit out my gun than stoppa
remember when i used to be a mic
but by the grace of your way i come to be the mic
now its betta, now that im makin that
my belly stay and my throat was never wetta
every ????, meet me at the stage letta
when ???? we goin' go down to jamaica

that's im talkin about
see ya
uh ya'll ain't ready for

that was tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he right