Luyện nghe bài hát Lobo Wanna Raise

SPM

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

flippin, trippin
got new kicks from that boy scottie pippin
weight liffin... skin off the chicken
and you hos already know what im
still a big
a straight killa'
still unloadin' off eighteen wheela'
nobody betta', ever ever
on my 'lac like that girl cinderella
hand on my
surf on the
for a shredder in a polo sweater
beef settled
from the ghetto
say you comin back homeboy i espedo
hillwood tx, not many
'cept the one that got them two six hundred
don't ask questions, don't give
sittin at the bar cause im not a good
its the day after, for me pastor
mix a little purple with the strawberry
or the soda
in the cobra
motherfuckin born the fifth of october
servin that
its la vida
her at the club ima slap her then choke her
still a haulin, bought and i shot it
call it what you call it, more brown bags than
man im cadabra
struggler not a
bubbler not a
not a hastler
never a bachelor
always married
to these streets
stayin 'till im buried
now ima swang, ima
i im seein blurrs
wit my boy serge in the trunk watchin
wit my persian
on twenty-two
i sleep she say that my trigger finger twitches
im superstitious and i believe in
so hos wanna be with the 'los
im tweakin on the motherfuckin weed that i
goin ninety-five on my motherfuckin
them waves
chunkin up my
lobo call me up talkin 'bout he a raise
crime sho
don't do braids, keep a low cut like that boy norman
rattles and it shakes, jumps and it
white candy paint look the pearly gates
sellin my tapes in different states
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 let my black nine bust
and it like...

(chorus)

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

SPM

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

(chorus)

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

so if you see 'em see 'em, go tell 'em tell 'em
only music is my dope and i sell 'em 'em
or i 'em slang 'em
it don't matter what you it
my shit so hot up in the hood you better it
now of ya'll niggas think my heart is so warm
cold motherfucker me, you want none motherfucker
have your whole ducka ducka
it happens when i pull out my nine milla
nigga watcha, be careful cause my gets hotter
chunk that bullit out my gun stoppa
when i used to be a mic wrecker
but by the grace of your way i come to be the mic
now its betta, now im makin that chedda
my belly stay full and my was never wetta
every ????, meet me at the stage letta
cause when we goin' go down to jamaica

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

that was kinda wasn't it (yeahhhh)

eh he he yeah