Luyện nghe bài hát Poppin' Tags (Remix)

[Chorus:
And we gone stay hustling on the block we caught
And we gone showing off that jewelry that we bought
And we gone stay heated in case in and out of court
we some gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought

[Verse Ludacris]
Sometimes I think I gotta see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a near you in a solid cage
And you look to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to my wage
I still a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em
Jack a nigga for the day to and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em
Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm hustler, baller, pro
And it wouldn't be for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their
a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In the two seater, Ludacris and Twista with of 'dro
and choking, get 'em up and croaking
It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on
Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm
I'm seeing lions, and tigers and - oh my!
And I hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good
I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my
Would, could, and should break a off
see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)
Because the vapors and I caught the drawn, blown, honey I'm home
me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"

[Verse Twista]
it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk
If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, the trunk
All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great get pumped
Me and my thugs and in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get crunk
(Look out) Put a little bit of and some motherfucking purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline the Bacardi
got me up and then ripping in a rage
In the netti with a belly, gucci
Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the truck
to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you back up
We can get into it and if you to do it
I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at
If they ever got blood for fucking with thugs that I bury
My better not want none of Twis'
Represent for the city, anybody that with me
got into its a game
And whether you in my city and I shit
I'm going to kill him, if he say my name
I've been known to my business
Or I'm stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla
Murder that I'm full of
Niggaz claiming they wanna bring a they'll be killas
Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm still drop that 2003
(Throw it up if you...)