Luyện nghe bài hát Red, Meth & B

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

Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the
A dog on paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It ain't no to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna tonight

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

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

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

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

We don't 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 won't be real us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

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

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

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

Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Hiller
Whoever think fuckin' with that, let's be realer

We don't give a fuck, we it up till the day we die
You try to with us, but you got no blunts 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

Take the back seat and smash
Smoke blunts ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing,

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

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

Inhale the smoke from the master's
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the one
You wanna test with the sess, well 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 deal us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no to get high

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