Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' that talk shit
While muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine and all my nugz
For the ones who pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I fucked like last night
I don't give a 'bout a 2 and a half mic

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

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

'Cause my is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

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

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I do

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

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

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

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of your crib that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)