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 understand this

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

I come through on the block strapped, bubba
For the summer in a bright orange hummer
Stumblin from the and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and your pops away

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

a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, nothin' nice

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

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm

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

(Unverified) off the
leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more shelves Adidas
You see the slick jackin', it's glocks and millimeters

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm wild, and wheezy more violent Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with by, ya

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