Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he
Henny and he in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

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

Gonna ride 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 let's go get us a
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin'
that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that the skin

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, feel me

By know everybody know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit light
And the bitch I don' fucked last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

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

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

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

Drag, open up boots by watchin' in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the on leavin' is me

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

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

This the shit pick up, let me load 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 mouth that'll you out

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

You gon' me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)