Luyện nghe bài hát Radikal

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Yo, every get down
Yo, you be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of out here, getcha hands on it
Uh uh, Wanted

Yo, I'm that nigga who you be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop
Radikal
Tounge the pussy
If I fall for a bitch, let me dont push me
Hatin ass nigga dont slick sides
'cause outta at my chain cause he dont dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, niggas me
And talk to the song so they bitch hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me find out jealous
Hot, yo the told us that we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
you the shit you know so why test us
Dont bother me that shit'a ya neck
week alone nigga I already ate ya check
Let my book determine if I'm playin in vein
When you niggas Boo it's
your sayin my name

Is it the way I live and I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your to get
Do I look so good that you know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops don't see my C-L 6,
They frisk me
And young with dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna me
But dead or me doin a bid you miss me
aint hate, its too much love cause I'm richer
When I used to them things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna twist Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they little
I hear Wanted this (and)
Wanted that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. broke (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya boys get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my dough come fast and yours
You ass out like a used to go lower
And I'm next to the and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya like Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't me a price
I a bullet for em like my chain at the rice
every last round at a gunfall
A kill you the listener if you for em
Die for the thats my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why y'all always
Two things thata never be have is and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
Boobonic dont man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to take I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come and spit for you
Bring hot heads that the shit for you
Ride for you till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for you? they got it up
Like chicks that a perm they click and touched up
Peel off on the and pop the clutch up what

Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody closer
I'm you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
You niggas dont want no man
I'm routing for that for real
Fuck you man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas experince that.. you know
you niggas didnt that man
dont know what money is man
money is when your bank is the banks amount muthafucker
You have stash's.. I stash money.. overseas nigga
You dont none I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas wanna reach I lean and sharp