Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louie

Mmmmm you can find me in St.
the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and some sell
just smoke and fuck all day

Mmmmm you can find me in St.
Where the gun play all day (nanana)
got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just and fuck all day

I'm the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer
off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later
Maybe not cuz I got hot
In the Navigator, in the parkin lot
A Bad Boy, on a Ryde than The LOX
I 'em both cocked, nina and sabrina
Now tell me have ya seen her
Have you her, nine millimeter
Makin niggas
Hop out the two seater, in a wife beater
Levi's from the cleaners
Heavy starch the cuff
Like it leave it to beaver
Catch me in the Galleria, of Chesterfield
Rollin down Hills, in a black Sedan Deville
I used to love it when they hit me for a
a bopper, I kept it proper
A non-stopper, the clock-a
Now it's to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got and some sell yea'
just smoke and fuck all day

Mmmmm you can find me in St.
the gun play ring all day (nanana)
Some got jobs and sell yea'
Others just smoke and all day

mornin, crack of dawn and I'm yawnin
Natural Bridge and Kingshighway is where I'm
up man and start blowin
Gotta get those flowin
Now I'm tell ya one more time
For you cats that just ain't
Hey, you can find me in St.
In the with me Fetty and Leezy gettin swoll
the Optimo, sharpin up my flow
Practicin for my shows, that's how it goes
We be ready to go, the already rolled
Swingin O'Fallon Sounds, knockin out of control
Like a boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost
The one who's gettin where he at and he you who was the boss
I'm like a hot sauce
Thinkin I'll burn thoughts
Your information was
I'll show you what it costs
In the M I crooked crooked letter O U R I
No one do it better, hey

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
Where the gun ring all day (nanana)
got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just and fuck all day

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
Where the gun play all day (nanana)
got jobs and some sell yea'
Others just and fuck all day

Now in the we keep it crunk and jiggy
'Pac and Biggie
The way that you love sticky
Call Louie he have you
Mix hen and crissy
Bumpin Tim and
With Slim he to diss me
In the red
Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day
Can't even be a house guest
I'm a dog I it rough
Now call me
have me in a hoopie
Now you see me in a
In of utopia, I'm hopin ya
down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya
Thanksgiving in these parts yo we ya
And when the come down
Get ya (god bless us)
Loax us, just how he jokes with us
My daddy told me that I'm supposed to
be provokin us
It ain't no in us
Just the North, South, East, coast, and us

Mmmmm you can me in St. Louie
Where the gun play all day (nanana)
got jobs and some sell yea'
Others smoke and fuck all day