Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I think so
Yeah! Oh, listen to
We come at ya

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc out the kennel
A dog on paws spittin' out the window
up! It ain't no need to fight
We may the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight

I eat and rice, shit up a storm
I the streets with shark fin off my arms
Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the

Home-grown, thick,
My family feud dudes who 2's on survey
Jersey and house gun like an snout
Pull ya out

Ya whole team'll get
Ya on target and bombed by unsigned artists
We leave ya cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line fine markers

I won't leave till the job is
the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run
Doc with the shotty and we both a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

We don't give a fuck, we it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high
You be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', half a bottle of Remi
You holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya on them lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya coatin'

If the shoes fit Alan I be too thick
since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I can't admit defeat

My mind is my Glock, my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's shocked
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and that in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a
I'm gone, Kodak can't even the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress
think they fuckin' with that, let's be realer

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

Take the back seat and beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like
Run a meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look collapsing, sicko

They go on the break-off, mental
And you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but
You wanna be on the get high Bentley

You twisted up, burnt out seconds
'Cause you couldn't hang the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', shittin'

Inhale the smoke from the lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the one
You test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny Kid Rock with his shirt off

We don't a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high
You won't be with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high