Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old
Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I can't think of now
I'm high as fuck, PaperRoute

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on Snoop shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For though)
I'm aimin' for top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

Ain't no more purple so I'm drinkin' - (Tussle)
Got choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga mob (Ayy, ayy)
I to God my son don't get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em the world his
I put it all on the line, 'cause I'm a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom lil' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the fling

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For though)
I'm aimin' for your top, (For real though)
Take them off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (Uh)

Pour it it's dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family I'ma get this money, they ain't gotta worry (Uh-uh)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, wock when I'm (Wock', wock')
I'ma count when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I could ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucka I is me but I ain't perfect
my ex bitch, I was flexin' on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your baby broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself a rope bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T.,

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)