Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

Bounce ass, load them cribs
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
While these be scummy
go for the money

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The gun runner never run when 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 it from side to side
Niggaz if it's then pass me the strap

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

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

Real niggaz your best friend at the pen
hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
And'll make a full glass disappear a genie
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 shit for the fine and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

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

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

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

'Cause my rainbow is every top that crackhead cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all 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 the white 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 leave y'all, niggaz
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

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

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