Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga
out never understood grew up in the hood
Never knew right wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for for no reason
little knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' give a fuck about life I my momma
Stab my daddy in the stomach with a

When I was three years old, figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a out
For trying to go my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, nigga see and go
Fully automatic I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' then motherfucker
You betta damn be workin' for me or else you're fucked

Either that, I get jaw wired up, pathological liar
game got me like this, certify high
Smokin' more than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck ass
Without even havin' any N of intention on even payin'

Damn flashin', that's what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm blastin' up in this
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm fuck the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm bad
I got all kind of on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn
I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm
I'm out there bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it up, choppers in the back of the truck

About to the nigga crib up
Bang bang 'em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, slick as cane
in the mornin' it's hard labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to several car
Clickers come esouped VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit

Pullin' all kind of heavy metal
Beatin' nijjas with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot
Try to have paper than a factory
gettin' to showin' out when the yard flexes
Liable, a whole on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the tribal dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all about
Quarter zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or
the chrome pistal, pistol whip a nigga
with a zap force, this hammer, arm and hammer
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, man
Can't win, when a nigga packin'
Fetti stackin', mashin',

I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me
And put the to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, flashin' on ass
I got to actin' a demon the motherfuckers told me
The other day I go to off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass
Motherfucker up in the club, and a step on my shoe
And I got to

all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff
Closer than a bugger to a nose, vogues
Slammin' Cadillac do's together, cookin'
Gettin' eighteens if back, overkill
Put the on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, might
Durin' the drug flippin' at the mouth
raps your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy
Paper route dropped a diamond get day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, like a old hag
She get hella stanky if you're get teared up
But us don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' bag, I squinges off the hinges
Lean ballin', and weed
A thousand dollars of chump change, chicken feed

A criminal record a full of deeds
Givin' niggaz black and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and clips
Gun music slappin' party crashin'
and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the
my check late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that shit about my beat too
I walked up the motherfuckin' and I got ta
Tellin that I'm flashin'
a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron

He brought me Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this flashin'
Get to testin' my testicles nigga and flash on yo' ass

Bad get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I
let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep from flashin'

Bought dollar 250 of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I
Got jumped outside a house party left me for dead
When I got home I them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to
I tell ya, bitch these I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit bitch, shit