Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for
Ha! I think 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 paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you 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 bracelet like I it off the farm

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

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

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

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 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

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a bottle of open
You either or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya coatin'

If the shoes fit like 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 mind is my Glock, keep my eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two

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

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

Take the back and smash beats
Smoke through ya lungs 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,

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

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

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

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

We don't 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