Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga
Chest out never understood grew up in the
Never knew from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a for nothin' for no reason
Mannish knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my
Stab my in the stomach with a knife

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

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, liar
Dope game got me like this, high
Smokin' more than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced ass motherfucker
Without even any N kind of intention on even payin'

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

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

About to light the nigga up
Bang bang shoot 'em up fame
Got a to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's hard labor chasin'
twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers come esouped VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit

Pullin' all kind of heavy metal
nijjas down with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot
Try to have more paper a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard
Liable, blow a whole on a
Vital, out for the rival tribal dead on arrival

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

I'm flashin', the Elroy's me over
And put the flashlight to my window and told me I was
And I got to, on they ass
I got to like 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, motherfucker come out
Talkin' crazy to me at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto'
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

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

For the troop, might shoot
Durin' the drug flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily raps your 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 gonna get hella stanky if get teared up
But us niggas don't bring me
My duffel bag, I squinges off the hinges
Lean ballin', alcohol and
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken

A record a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black and bloody lips
ears and extra clips
Gun clappin' slappin' party crashin'
and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just came on the first and third of the month
Made my late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next neighbor hollerin' that shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the steps and I got ta
Tellin that bitch I'm
Send a rookie to the store to me back some Rossi Ron

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

Bad get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I
Didn't let me up in the Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To myself from flashin'

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