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

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

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

I ran up in the bank put a to his head
Told the clerk a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a when my folks was outside
So I in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I the news
Nigga should have to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as I didn't even wear a mask

I you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are and gonna spray
They still niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they strapped
DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon all bring guns we all bring pain.

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start
Me muthafuckin out ya fuckin pockets
Give me them rings and that watch n you
listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly

on his block wit the glock
And lock'em to the rocks
for his knot in his pocket strip him
Down his socks, grab and this 44
steam right off this scope
And I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that on ya pankies
ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a shot shower