Luyện nghe bài hát Da Magnolia

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Welcome to tha where it's hotter than a bitch
breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, armed insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of
where the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, flip you
Kids get outta school, swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' T.C. killin' ain't nothin'

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep
On New Year's, tha lights get out at six o'clock
or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd,
Drug gone bad, one of them cats was sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and they a
Carbine aimed at your dome for powder
I'ma do like boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one

Da
of tha soldiers
Da
of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you
you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?

Is ya for it? Better be over-prepared
ya enter ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And they be ragged up, dollar bagged up
Whole nickel in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs
Well, aware on the route that gonna duck
If thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or luck
'Cuz he gon' break and bust, she be fucked up

Mind your is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a nigga was a million old
Bein' a ballin shot is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody in the
To make it there, you talk crazy, we it there
You'll feel a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, it'll you boys

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

Now you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, where you

up, load up pistols, mask
Ride through, slow down, out, blast
Put bout fifty in ass
Second linin' scared
Go score, rock it, chop it, it
Got a for fifty, twurk it
Mission, riches, hittin'
inches, plenty bitches
All day, hustle beaucoup,

huddle, AK muffled
Blood in puddles, scatter
pieces of human matter
Police don't know won't know
Unless its shit, they don't know
it quiet, tell nobody
Start no shit and stay in
Maintain focus, stay off
Watch for roaches, carry

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

Da
Home of tha
Da
of tha soldiers

Now you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, where you
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?

Where you goin', motherfucker, you goin'?
Where you from, motherfucker, you from?
I where I'm goin' to tha fuckin' Magnolia
that there, yeah, yeah, yeah
it down, mm, hmm
it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm
To

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