Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I don't so
Yeah! Oh, listen to
We come at ya

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the
A dog on four paws spittin' out the
Jump up! It ain't no need to
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna tonight

I eat beans and rice, shit up a
I walk the streets shark fin off my arms
Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet I raised it off the farm

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

Ya team'll get bombarded
Ya on target and bombed by some artists
We ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with markers

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

We don't give a fuck, we 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 us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

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

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

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

Meth the mister, if is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever think they with that, let's be realer

We don't give a fuck, we it up till the day we die
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts 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

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

They go on the break-off, breakdown
And shit you think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high

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

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

We don't give a fuck, we live it up the day we die
You try to with 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 with us, but you got no blunts to get

We give a fuck, we live 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 deal with us, but you got no blunts to get