Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all up
We know y'all on 20's
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all

Bounce ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz talk shit
these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride when holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The real gun runner run when he bust
and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it side to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the

niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll a full glass disappear like a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
When I Ruff with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid tight
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' like last night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I y'all run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of
I'm the same that's countin' that dough
Cookin' coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I really do is

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's out here
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's I could do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, see you naked
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty that'll burn you out

your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's to get murdered now
I'm of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)