Luyện nghe bài hát DEATH ROW

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

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

no more purple so I'm drinkin' yellow - (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get cursed for shit I did (Please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em the world his
I put it all on the line, I'm a gamblin' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin' lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can't have this bitch, she let her phone stay for three days (Damn)
I just poured a of wock' wock', the picture coolin' (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, I get a new fade
Aventador, blue diamonds 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 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 aimin' for your top, (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in drop, bitch
She ask how much cost - my coupe, that's a lot (Uh)

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

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