Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

Y'all for this?
Ha! I think so
Yeah! Oh, to this
We come at ya

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws out the window
Jump up! It no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you bleed tonight

I eat beans and rice, shit up a
I the streets with shark fin off my arms
Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the

Home-grown, thick,
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on
Jersey and house gun an elephants snout
Pull ya out

Ya whole get bombarded
Ya on and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line fine markers

I won't till the job is done
Till the last prick take ya wallet, run
Doc the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

We don't a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

Yo, yo, blunt smokin', a bottle of Remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on lollipop, rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I the shell on ya candy coatin'

If the shoes fit like I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new a new bitch
Ya know if I eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just admit defeat

My mind is my Glock, keep my eye cocked
mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and not
I want them rocks and money in ya two socks

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress
Whoever think they with that, let's be realer

We give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high
You be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and ya brain cells like athletes
Run a meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long bong, look your collapsing, sicko

go on the break-off, mental breakdown
And shit you wouldn't of
I spread it to Reggie, are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high

You twisted up, burnt out within
'Cause you couldn't hang the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', stop

the smoke from the master's lungs
You roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his off

We don't a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high

We don't a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you to ride
You try to deal us, but you got no blunts to get high