Luyện nghe bài hát Refuce 2 Looze

Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I to lose
Fuck 22's
I got an AP 10 and a Tech 9
So you know you fuck with mine

(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was in the dark letting my nine spark
(D-Dub)
in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven cut, you holding your gut
Talking
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the fuck you on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me
Nigga on
On the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the strike nigga
So now I'm aiming up at your
to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed Al Capone
If you some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, I got it
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, the tech chrome
And say the backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that gots in his nine
So to the East 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 gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a 69
Wire
You see
With their neighborhood flags and their black beenie
I'm Genie
As I through the hood and get up to no good
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
smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic
In my ashtray, always a roach
Hit the left lane in one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, mag
sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna me up in a black
sack, and throw me over their back
But fuck
Why you I got extended clips
I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss,

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