Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

Yo, what's up This the colonel, MP
But uh Fiend nigga it's your muthafuckin' to shine
You mix this shit up with bun B and pimp C
U.G.K. and Fiend, this straight for all the in the hood

Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the
Nigga, this busta free
This for all the real niggas and out there, ya heard me?
No limit style, told y'all muthafuckas ain't no

You muthafucka, I feel where you comin' from
I don't your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
Your tone sound like you wanna dig your own ditch

It's my to bring the shovel
You been for trouble
So me and C and gon' bust your bubble on the double

Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that nigga
it out like starch nigga
When I'm nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, your block to a terror scene

Shit you never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back
I put my down, picked up my ass kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, and get off in that ass quicker

The last nigga figured, he had a
To make it to that chopper, in his pants
the murder man dance
But we like clusters, to leave you in the dust
'Cause we tryin', to get rid a all you
And you bustas

Boy, we down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you
Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you

I got the lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for
Two outta one, on it to win
essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end

Two solid, each one worth one
I it up my seven and I chop it up with bun
A pocket stones, hollin' 'bout a wrong
Smokin', dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone

Keep this pumped, get to pop the trunk
Feelin' light headed off some skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and that shit to lean
I'm down with DJ and bitch it's U.G.K. and Fiend

And we ridin' with some killas, niggas 'bout drama
Pimp like a wheelers and bitches like
I'm sweet Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin' to get rid of all you
And you pussy ass bustas

Boy, we south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you hatas and you
Down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

What's the of it all?
Pimpin', powder, and pussy to make pennies
Payin' off, so friendly to flip with my people me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, away
From the wrong way, I'm killin' niggas the Jones way

Let the Psalm say, he died as a
Sooner than later, pop 'em since the incubator
My life is heron, at the Sharon lookin', death dead on
Knowin' I was wrong

From the sad songs, have you to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far pretty
But I'm one bad fucker always claimin' tank
Niggas N.O., dank, and elevate

My rank, what you it? Bustin' out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin', blowin' up coke and cat emissions
My livin', resist the no limit and stashin' a
Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we rid of bustas

Boy, we south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
Down south slangin' with these hustlers
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' with these
to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas

Down south slangin' rollin' with hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
Down south slangin' rollin' these hustlers
Tryin' to get rid of all you and you bustas
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