Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

ride 'til my ride
All the that'll 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

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

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

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

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

Drag, up boots 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 y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the on leavin' 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 really do is

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't it, wanna see you naked
I don' 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 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 that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick turn her out
Especially when I her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come 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 a all nighter
in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)