Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Blues

Come on, on
Come on, come on, come on, on
Ain't nice or sweet
They don't even much understand

Look, now I crawl up out the rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and
And I done told them if they play I dump their mothers
Now findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters

I come through on the block strapped, bumpin'
For the summer in a bright orange hummer
Stumblin from the and lots of hay
And me run in your place and take your pops away

See, they got niggas in my hood who cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped
And not to say I could even hit your and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out face

Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you pig
The plan is to everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, nothin' nice

nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the

Look, now we all do dumb
Playin' with Wayne doesn't to be one of 'em
murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the I'm 'bout

up in a bubble, hop out
Then let a pop out
I got two double desert eagles, bustin' at peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up nieces

(Unverified) off the
leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's and millimeters

Run up on family and pop your senoritas
A lot of Hennessy, twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed lil' baby
This is definitely, to me, get a hysterectomy

Technically I'll murder anyone who me
Seventeen Carollton, with me, I bury one
Three eighty, I one
Come to up everyone, what?

Ain't nothin' around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues

Everybody freeze and drop when lil' wheezy
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they and stop
Believe or not, the ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and eagle that be's the

And he's so hot that hundred degrees the spot
And and vodka got me wanna beat a cop
I the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top shots

Follow me, in the family die sourly
Niggas hourly, ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take child with me

I'm wild, and more violent than Dennis Rodman
up in a blue truck and shoot up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with by, ya

Ain't nothin' around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year,
And in the van a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I to give 'em the blues