Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, on, come on, come on
Ain't nice or sweet
They don't even much this

Look, now I crawl up out the rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and
And I done them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters

I come through on the strapped, bumpin' bubba
For the summer in a bright orange hummer
from the Courvoisier and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops

See, they got in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and
And try to knock all the bone structure out your

a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you pig
The plan is to everything and kill 'em all
or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin' nice

Ain't nothin' around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year,
And in the van there's a box in the back full of of tools
And you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the I'm 'bout

up in a bubble, hop out
Then let a pop out
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your

(Unverified) off the
Don't leave without the
Believe this, my got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's and millimeters

Run up on family and pop your senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just that lil' baby
This is definitely, to me, get a hysterectomy

Technically I'll murder who disrespectin' me
Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three eighty, I one
Come to kill up everyone,

Ain't nothin' nice around here,
Keep playin', you won't see next year,
And in the van there's a box in the back of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they and stop
or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and eagle be's the block

And so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope with the and dot
And I'm hangin' out the top releasin' shots

Follow me, in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly, your economy
power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your with me

I'm wild, and wheezy more than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot up a lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you up with bodies by, ya

nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see year, stupid
And in the van a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to 'em the blues