Luyện nghe bài hát Try Somethin'

Yeah it's Project Pat up in
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that

one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake
Lookin' fo' a big lick, for a fat blunt
Saw my victim me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a
No mask on face I didn't need it
He can be damn and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the jar
No one saw me made getaway
That means I still live to get paid
Late night, all night on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where hizot

x2]
(I'm a rob me niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my up
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead
A gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his
Told the clerk this a nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch my folks was outside
So I in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the
Nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the
wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

I guess you by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you runnin round like college exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin'
Beside DJ Paul put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many in The Haven to claim
So we gon all guns we gon' all bring pain.

x2]

You can do ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't
Wit in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya pockets
Give me them rings and that watch n you
Betta listen up before I start it's me again
I'm robbin

Slap on his wit the glock
And down to the rocks
for his knot in his pocket strip him
Down his socks, and feel this 44
Hopin' steam off this scope
And I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya
Ya got a nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that on ya pankies
Either ya me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the and let you take a buck shot shower