Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your
But how many kill

Bounce ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz talk shit
While muthatfuckaz be scummy
go for the money

Ready to when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack the nuts
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from to side
Niggaz if static then pass me the strap

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
Let's get up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls with 'fits that the skin

Real niggaz your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a
Move to the LOX and

While them hoes backin' that up on my weenie
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And this kid spit light
And the bitch I don' fucked last night
I don't give a fuck a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could in that one stomach?
I suggest run from it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the same that's countin' that dough
that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top crackhead cop
I don't care I cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I do is argue

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These don't know what's real out here
(They damn don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry nothin' I could do

Should not've with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, and Twista
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's to get murdered now
I'm tired of clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)