Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird gang Banger
Tryin' to at you shorty
One focus, one focus
Tryin' to hit that thang, go

We make in the studio nightly
We out trying to get money
We take trips in the winter in jet
To where it's sunny

We got on the dance floor
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death
You can hard, under pressure I'm stoned
We tight D, I'm in the paint like a G
say they gangstas but they ain't like me

Came an environment, came I was firin'
hit the dealers see the range I was buyin'
Don't test drive like a whole like you should
Shoving up pies, a whole that you should

take the proceeds, waist about four G's
Bottles in the club tryin' to get the and skeez
I'm to get the dame to breeze
But she putting up a like Layla Ali

I told the lady be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V
name 40 on the wrist
Last name you can't afford me
Get a bitch

We make hits in the studio
We out trying to get this
We take trips in the in jet planes
To climates where sunny

We got on the dance floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

of pure, ros
Look like painted on the bottles
We throwin' money, we like lotto's
I could cover with cheese like nachos

Fly out the cove, in the heat where
New York to bitch
Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star the guitar
Got em' all rubbin' they bra

Got em' all shakin' their tush
I'ma 'em a taste of the good life
But I give 'em a taste of the good liquor, a taste of the bud
Next thing you know she'll be tastin' my

I get money be quiet, you talkin' to the green giant
I see it, I it, I buy it
I'm flyer then a pilot
Flyin' at his highest, it

We make hits in the nightly
We out trying to get this
We take in the winter in jet planes
To climates where sunny

We got mami on the floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm to pin the tail on the donkey

Where are my Up to no good
Where are my homies? Yup I'm so
up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt already
See my hoes are like my plates,

Act nil you beat it, on strategic
The marbles man, yup the floors are
Cam pound a quart a kid better ask 'round
I'm sorta needed rounds you're deceited

In the 90's, Z3,
Now in the crib the TVs TVs
Killen Killen, mo and then a kitty purrs
furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs

Gun talk, talk, speak mack to mack
We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know to back
Mazirattis to back, come ride wit me
On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five

We make hits in the nightly
We out trying to get money
We take in the winter in jet planes
To climates it's sunny

We got mami on the floor
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm to pin the tail on the donkey