Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I to lose
Fuck them
I got an AP 10 and a Tech 9
So you know you fuck with mine

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you your gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All as the chronics got me gone
Nigga on
On 'til the come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so
(Lynch)
I'ts the strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your
'Bout to make your split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone
If you want ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new
A criminal minded nigga that gots in his nine
So head to the side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga

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(Verse2)
Nigga, it's that-Sac of State of mind
Where niggas put their gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
rims
You see
their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
I'm Genie
As I swoop through the hood and get up to no
And I you would
my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And empty out, so I max out
350 on the top
More smoke than smoking
Loced out sherm, perm
In my ashtray, there's always a
Hit the left lane in case one approach
I got, 5 warrants and some '89
17 in the of my, auto mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna me up in a black
sack, and throw me over their back
But that
Why you think I got extended
I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss,

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