Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Loco's Melody

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The game on tilt Dope what I built
Beans get spilt and niggas get
on silk 'cause you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin like
King of the Hill baby momma Jill
Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe a lil
to Big Will up in what Mackadosious
Butt hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n baseball coaches
That was '82 now I by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I all this
Jap on my lap ass like Sigourny's
She so horny its stormy
Get my hydro from a named Georgie
Purple n sticky smoke a hippie
In the game throwed till you come and get me

[Chorus: JC ad

2]
I spit from the neck once I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what
Like my girl sassy southern and
Creep in my jet ski tryin to arrest me
Im Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers God can you help us
a lil forest for the ones who went before us
Nigga you aint ballin them 20's off that Taurus
Appologizin momma I'm so about the past
For everytime I didnt clean the and cut the grass
Or the time I up on your brand new couches
Or the time you me cooking up them 9 ounces
dealing son aint much to be proud of
My only fucking goal was to sew the town up
I promised to get out of the game so times
Is hard to so I wrote these lines

[Chorus: JC ad

3]
I put the in my soda pop
Cops lookin at me like I stole the
What I have things like swing-a-langs
Twelve hundred dollar shirts on hangers
Im a li