Luyện nghe bài hát Sippin' On Some Syrup

You ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass,
Fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y nigga
You better get your ass up off the street, nigga
You got five seconds to get hating ass up outta here (Pouring up and showing up, bitch)
'Cause some trill-ass niggas in this motherfucker
Yeah, nigga, y'all know the sco', y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers,
Get the up out of here, bitch
Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass, high-ass niggas in here,
Three 6, UGK, nigga, we putting it down in motherfucker
And we playing wit'chu, y'all know the motherfucking sco', homie
Now pour it up,

Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip
on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

For a trill, working the wheel, a not a simp
the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Punk niggas make me sick with all the and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't that shit
You got a funny evil watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the web from mezzazine, thick and yellow cuffs
Hyper called on, on the hands-free
The '84 roam, on them blades, chrome
If you got 16, you can get a
I'm choking on that sweet and sipping on that siz-erp

Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas want it want it
Some they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' a bitch
Two all at the mouth, niggas all at the ass
And plus, that syrup have a dick hard all night and she cool with that
She popped her a pill of X, and drank on orange juice
And just you thought she was freaking, she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes and deuces, all in circles like
All that it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit
Forty for just one ounce ounce, plus tussionex is how it's pronounced
Niggas sipping and and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out

on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, on some, sip
on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip

People asking me, is the Three 6 high on that?
Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, powder packs
Woah, where the weed at, ain't like we need that
NyQuil will slow me down, something keep me easy
Nothing like that yella, that'll have you itching, man
Talking like, what's up, Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days, all we did was out on a quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll knock you
Knock you out, you fall asleep when you're on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I for this refill
Once again, on my high, gotta have that drank
Yeah, my nig, know, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint

Nigga, tell me what you 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's than Pedito
With my Three 6 pouring up in my southern credo
Quick, fast, we'll put it on ass like John Bido
'Cause you fronting rap sangers, be creamy like a
You ain't the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occasionally
Your to the telly and be a dick and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga, ring alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of in my palm
And crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches
Something wholesome, Florida to Folsom
For the most, I'm steady sipping on sizzurp

Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
Sippin' on siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip