Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south park
Personly, I feel my people is to be
till eternity
My enemies tryna
Hot as an
But I my doe verbaly
Curently I push a out of germany
Tryna stay alive I'm old and in the nerssary
My dead homies said today's they anniverssary
His blood on the seat dried and turned burgandy
Dead on there was no need for surjary
Purposly left to die in his
But he was the nigga on his way to university
It's hurting me, he's lying in the earth beneath
It's how we dying over turfs of streets
I heard beat so I had to be first to speak
my raza seems to be what works for me
Certainly I got doing dirt for free
Burst the heat I never learned to turn my cheeks

To the today
And a throw away
It's to go to war is what the homies say
A beat, a different rap
A fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're gonna go away
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[south park
Fast
My mom say's I'm a sad
Wake up and the beer I had last night
pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer
Doctor feel I graduated from baylor
With made suits, real loose, a gym with masus
My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play flutes
We shoot you first, I can see that my future's
At the club with the gat my ruka's purse
To the or to the nurse
You bicthes getting to my
Mad cause my song came on and girlfriend knew the words
You nerds
We birds
Aztecs run this
My people living blind cuase every time they look it
Now reverse, way before the two benzes
Way before my bicth was 8,000 dollar dresses
I was but happy
And now I'm rich and
Cuase you haters ain't got the to say that you can't stand me

repeat 2x

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En el
Won't you and step to my mundo
Soy
Este por si me muero
Es mi
muertos en el camino
Soy
Mi primo es el
Desiadado, wacth your back soy mojado
Violento ya tu sabes de vengo del centro
con mi matraca
Lone star state my motherfucking placa
You heard about me ese vato si te
Como el zapata a mi le doy la plata
Yo ando a pata los pinches no se escapan
Con el chedar nunca jueges con mi
Saco primero soy mas weno que un
I se me muero mama entiera me en el

[south mexican]
Dope house impire again
You jealous bicthes say hello to my little

shots from low g's ar15]

[chorus] 2x