Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

Let the (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, coupes
Two doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I can't think of now
'Cause I'm as fuck, PaperRoute

Big boss, CEO, on Suge shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, a bag, on that Snoop shit
On Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (Woo)
Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you up in this drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

no more purple so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga mob (Ayy, ayy)
I to God my son don't get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em that the his
I put it all on the line, 'cause I'm a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' phantom nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three (Damn)
I poured a eight of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue hit the blue fling

Big boss, CEO, on that shit (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on that clock shit (For though)
I'm for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how cost - my coupe, that's a lot bitch (Uh)

it 'til it's dirty (Dirty)
My got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I'ma get this money, they ain't worry (Uh-uh)
when I'm swervin' (Woah)
Wock, when I'm dirty (Wock', wock')
I'ma count when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my hurtin' (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a bitch, not worth it
The realest motherfucka I is me but I ain't perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin' on (Haha)
You look good but your baby broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T.,

Big boss, CEO, on that Suge (Let's go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I'm on clock shit (For real though)
I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (For though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch)