Luyện nghe bài hát Tequilla

Rock the
the beat

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

Blaze up, all the homies
Round up all the little locs, as the sky
Smash and mash your body, just day
high until your pistols ain't reached for the sky
This quarter of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna
So fuck where you

Semi-automatic shotgun a herb
I trip then, then unload the clip
Not a fuck is the motto
gobble and swallow, we bust hallows
And I'm to launch off the hallow heads nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure right after I unload the

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel bigger
Cap for the soldiers, have a nigga feel older
And another from a sweet lick to a cheap trick
All a nigga get it get rich

Overnight flight to the top, first
Miss Lady got a nice ass, fast as you to be
Lady just me, I'm a southwest G
Team with

giving a fuck, I will make a tick know what's up
Blowin' up, finish up I bust a nut
I'm in girl's guts screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

Mack-a-jack with the flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the first to blast, Niva

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

We organized the killings, don't be the plots
Come around here, you get shot
Me and my motherfucking run the block
Pop, pop one of they homies

I told y'all niggas never come here
'Cause y'all motherfuckers don't no fear
Ain't nobody hard the day to dark
Like the fourth of July when the spark

Always knew I wanted to see
And that's having paper, next to G's
Ain't nothing but killers with me
Blast any nigga who left to me

So soon take your shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch
thought it would happen but it did, you trick
Y'all can't fuck with this

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on