Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I don't so
Yeah! Oh, to this
We come at ya

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the
A dog on four spittin' out the window
up! It ain't no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed

I eat beans and rice, up a storm
I the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My bracelet like I it off the farm

Home-grown, thick,
My family dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house gun like an elephants
ya ambulance out

Ya whole get bombarded
Ya on target and bombed by some artists
We leave ya hair cut like a barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with markers

I leave till the job is done
Till the prick nigga take ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

We give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high
You be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a bottle of Remi
You either holdin' or half-assed semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop, ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the on ya candy coatin'

If the shoes fit like Alan I be too
Ever since you hit, yo my new a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't
I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat

My mind is my Glock, keep my third eye
Bust mines off tops, a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, let me paint a picture
I'm gone, can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress
think they fuckin' with that, let's be realer

We give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

Take the seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing,

They go on the break-off, mental
And you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get Bentley

You twisted up, burnt out within
'Cause you couldn't hang with the John Blaze
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark
stricken, Glock clickin', stop shittin'

Inhale the smoke the master's lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test with the sess, first off
That is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

We give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get
You won't be real us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high