Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, trippin
got new kicks from that boy scottie pippin
still liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already what im sippin
a big dippa'
still a killa'
still off that eighteen wheela'
nobody betta', ever ever
on my 'lac like that girl cinderella
hand on my
surf on the
lookin for a shredder in a sweater
gets settled
straight the ghetto
say you comin back homeboy i keep
hillwood tx, not mexicans
'cept the one that got them two six engines
don't ask questions, don't give
at the bar cause im not a good dancer
its the day after, pray for me
mix a little purple the strawberry shasta
or the soda
in the cobra
motherfuckin thug born the fifth of
that coka
its la loca
catch her at the ima slap her then choke her
still a haulin, bought and i shot it
call it you call it, more brown bags than sonic
man im cadabra
not a straggler
bubbler not a
hustler not a
never a bachelor
always married
to fuckin streets
long 'till im buried
now ima swang, ima
i think im seein
wit my boy serge in the trunk watchin
wit my persian
on twenty-two
when i sleep she say that my trigger finger
im and i believe in ghosts
so many hos be with the 'los
im on the motherfuckin weed that i smoke
goin ninety-five on my motherfuckin
them waves
chunkin up my
call me up talkin 'bout he want a raise
crime sho
do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman bates
rattles and it shakes, and it brakes
white candy paint look like the pearly
my tapes in fifty different states
fuck the radio cause you hate
but its all good, im from a small
tie his bitch ass up and him back to hillwood
in my sag down to my lugs
a t-shirt that say "breeders not drugs"
be one of us, live in the
just put on my baby's hairbrush
i with the plus and not the minus
and i might just let my nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

i tightin up my on my brand new stacy's
hug and kiss my babies call up my crazies
tryin to make it through day no easy
motherfuckers hate cause im on top zz
young niggas we out here playin fuckin games
'til one lookin at the other niggas brains
laughed and you giggled bout the that i riddled
now we step in the coffin hard and dick shriveled
hoppin along in my '54
yes i hate like them boys of islam
gone in the wind, not 'till the end
no more talk my glock in the palm of my hand
alize at the
got a call they two, the rest ran away
that's how the shit gets done in the south
im in vegas vargas knock a bitch out
ice glisten ballitician hold it and dirty
to all my fuckin raza up in alberquerque
sign a bonus with now my house is roomy
wanna do me but you bitches nothin to me
understand my killers love makin bloody
actin buddy buddy softer than silly
hang by a and gut 'em like you do a goat
and on his neck write this on a note
bitch pissin in the wind what began has
blast my heat once sweep 'em up then be
im one in a catrillion, million
layin in my bed gettin from a brazilian
mama still
gangstas still
im weed with them boys from new edition
man im
never ever
skip to my lou my motherfuckin
and it like...

(chorus)

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

so if you see 'em see 'em, go head 'em tell 'em
only music is my and i sell 'em sell 'em
or i 'em slang 'em
it don't matter what you it
my shit so hot up in the you better record it
now some of ya'll think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you want none motherfucker
have your crew ducka ducka
it happens i pull out my nine milla placa
nigga watcha, be careful cause my blood hotter
chunk that bullit out my gun than
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 chedda
my belly stay full and my throat was never
every ????, me at the back stage letta
cause when ???? we go down to jamaica

that's what im about
see ya
uh ain't ready for this

was kinda tight wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he yeah