Luyện nghe bài hát Slangin'

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

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

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

my pleasure to bring the shovel
You lookin' for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon' your bubble on the double

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

Shit you ain't seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin' up
Nowhere to run, hide, or down
I put my down, picked up my ass kicker
'Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in ass quicker

The nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his
Make the murder man
But we shine like clusters, to leave you in the
we tryin', to get rid a all you haters
And you bustas

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

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

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

Two block solid, each one one
I rock it up my and I chop it up with bun
A pocket fulla stones, 'bout a wrong
Smokin', ridin' dirty, got a chip up in my

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

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

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

Down slangin' rollin' with these 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

What's the of it all?
Pimpin', powder, and pussy tryin' to make
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 these niggas the Jones way

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

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

My rank, what you call it? Bustin' out the
Fiend pimpin', up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin', the no limit and stashin' a duster
Servin' the cluckers, poppin' it undercover, we gettin' rid of

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

Down south 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 and you bustas

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