Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I think so
Yeah! Oh, to this
We gonna at ya

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

I eat and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the
My like I raised it off the farm

Home-grown, thick,
My family feud who pack 2's on survey
and house gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya out

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

I won't leave the job is done
Till the prick nigga take ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body Cypress Hill
Yeah!

We give a fuck, we live it up till 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 us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a of Remi open
You holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya on them lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'

If the fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new
Ya if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't defeat

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

Meth the mister, if is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't frame the riddler
realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they with that, let's be realer

We don't 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 be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

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

They go on the break-off, breakdown
And shit you wouldn't of
I it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high

You twisted up, burnt out seconds
'Cause you couldn't hang with the John methods
hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', stop

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

We don't a fuck, we live it up till 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 want to
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

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 with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high