Luyện nghe bài hát The Lane (E.V.A. Remix)

The fast lane, heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't stop it
Unless your weak
So baby sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half
nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, the profit
And can't stop it
your game's weak
So don't sleep

The streets with ill niggas on the block
Goin' in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans
Pumpin' dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to to a ki

Cops watch the influx of through a telescope
in the game, give the young G's names
Bitches on the of the hustlers on the block
Jump gee to gee, similar to a flea

Suck the blood out or in case the dough
Roll the blow till considered a hoe
are born and pawned off to grand mama
The ain't done, she still lives for the drama

Lookin' for another baller to hit and never her
All in vain life in the
A new crew of on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch 'em back and forth

They take a
Or a job just to lay off
The no joke
Yo, you stay broke

A garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, of glory
End of story, gotta watch my myself
Or else they'll find my body layin' on a coroner
the lane

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And nobody stop it
your game's weak
So don't sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And nobody stop it
Unless game's weak
So player, don't

Gees take the game on the to Minnesota
all sold out on baking soda
Gang bangers start to understand the game fast
the drug dealers for the ransom cash

Gotta represent, you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homin' on your car
made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
you had, 12, now you got a L

Crack babies born in the cryin'
Drive-by shootings can't end, kids are
The cream is the ultimate goal, to roll
Till my cash mega, baller not a beggar

Bitches workin' plastic the fake ID's
in the lane, stackin' up G's
Chop shops taggin' up Benzes and
Crack spots boilin' full kilos in

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't
'Cause bet your there'll be another hustler
Checkin' yo
the lane

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't stop it
your game's weak
So baby sleep
(It's the lane)

The fast lane, half heart, money
Ain't smilin', ain't nothin' funny
the risk, raise the profit
And can't stop it
Unless your weak
So player, sleep

Brother on need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now back stuck
Bitches niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin' weight in a g Lac

Don't talk on cellular, your phone is tapped
check the rear view, there's no turnin' back
It's the lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and
Through the of the hardcore hoes and cash

and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal
Yo, the wheel for the cops, you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots the fly hoes kneel

But if you miss, my friend, guess you win
A one-way ticket to the state pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill your shit, Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest hoes

Anything
There's no limit, just
The cops be there
you crash

The fast lane, heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny
the risk, raise the profit
And nobody stop it
Unless your weak
So baby don't

The fast lane, half heart, half
nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny
Raise the risk, raise the
And can't nobody it
Unless game's weak
So don't sleep