Luyện nghe bài hát Tho Dem Wrappas

Uhh, I falls in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best thunder Sean John, you don't want
Partner, I got a rep for heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggas
And the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, live for the street life
Eat right, fuck good, and reffer the pipe
I'm head all night
And if it's beef, I pumpin' lead on sight
Until they
I ya head off right
I in the beast
Nigga, where the feds, sheist
I floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm mine
how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or the 4-4

make a million
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, plenty Henny and hydro
Fuck a bitch and some
I get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the

Let's make a
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, from Henny and hydro
Fuck a bitch and some
I get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the

My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, no shows
Using no flows, just and four O's
low-do's and a connect, that neva closed
And me lock it down from North County to BenRos
some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome
On the Navigator equipped to and log on
I need that before it's
'Fore they even it home
Matta fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all
Two in the roof, to let the sun come in
leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in he brings his friend
PlayStation just in case a think he can win

Let's a million
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and
Fuck a and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go and do shows
And get the

Let's a million
Keep it for triple-0
Eyes low, plenty Henny and hydro
a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go and do shows
And get the

I gotta make a
Gotta get a million
turn that into a billion
If not, then I just die

I say now, tho yo off in tha air
But only if the ice on wrist cause glares
I'm gettin' stares dime bitches, is he alone
Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of
On the table, arms got straws ripped off the labels
No shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like cable
They all screamin' my name, shades and race
Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they
Make a million Jigga, standin' in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my
They a weak plan B says who? (says Mase)
Then what's plan A plan B about papes

Let's a million
Keep it real for
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and
a bitch and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do
And get the

Let's make a
Keep it real for
Eyes low, plenty Henny and hydro
Fuck a and some clothes
I get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the

I gotta make a
Gotta get a million
Gonna turn that a billion
If not, then I just die

All my Midwest tryin' to make a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)
All my Dirty South tryin' to make a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)
All my Coast niggas tryin' to make a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)
All my East Coast tryin' to make a mill
Tho dem (and get the dough)