Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all up
We y'all sittin' on 20's
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how many kill

Bounce that ass, load them
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride when holdin' a lick
with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it side to side
Niggaz if it's then pass me the strap

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that the skin

niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real let your best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my
It's no nigga in the world could see me
I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood
do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
And the bitch I don' fucked like night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' that I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run it

And the click-click from the Calico, I go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top crackhead cop
I don't care I cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it y'all, niggaz soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know real out here
(They damn don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo so you know I'm lit up
get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this up
Lust me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I love the dirty that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' her now
Shit'll come back and I it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound my shit

You gon' make me a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that
Now hit, we won't miss ya, and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)