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, up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It ain't no need to
We may the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight

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

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

Ya team'll get bombarded
Ya on target and bombed by some unsigned
We leave ya hair cut a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine

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

We don't give a fuck, we 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 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 chokin' on them lollipop, ya callin'
So hard, hell I the shell on ya candy coatin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We don't give a fuck, we 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 deal with us, but you got no blunts to get

We don't give a fuck, we it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high
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