Luyện nghe bài hát Try Somethin'

Yeah it's Pat up in this
"Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that

one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma
Bow down M-town, like to ride clean
Snort on good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat
Saw my victim caught me one
On the side of the takin' a pissin'
No mask on I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track
Heart fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean
That means I still live to get paid
night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or it's hizot

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(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm up
A nigga gotta try
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my up
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm broke
A nigga try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of
A nigga try something

I ran up in the put a tone to his head
the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas to ride
the westside of Tennesse, I heard the news
should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony I have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't wear a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not
My valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo
And have you runnin round like college girls
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to
So we gon all bring guns we gon' all pain.

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You can do what ya do to ya ass in
It's CB and mane I playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right
I'm a stick it to ya body, and demandin
Me muthafuckin money out ya pockets
Give me them rings and that fuckin' n you
Betta up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm robbin

on his block wit the glock
And lock'em down to the
for his knot in his pocket strip him
Down his socks, grab and feel 44
steam right off this scope
And I let him If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and ring on ya pankies
ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a shot shower