Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a head
out never understood grew up in the hood
Never knew right wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead head heathen
Meanin' give a about life I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the with a knife

When I was years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and
a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out
For trying to go between my motherfuckin' route
Wet his ass up, that see and go
Fully automatic I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else you're

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

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

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn
I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
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 fired up, in the back of the truck

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

Pullin' all kind of metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper
Lip's bitches overseas crap
Try to have more paper a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to out when the yard flexes
Liable, a whole on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival dead on arrival

Psycho, all about survival
ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home sock or bone
the chrome pistal, pistol whip a nigga
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and
Bakin' soda, to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially a nigga packin'
Fetti stackin', mashin',

I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me
And put the flashlight to my window and me I was speedin'
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, come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to on yo' ass nigga
up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
And I got to

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

For the state troop, might
Durin' the deal flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily raps motherfuckin' folkers out
about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty a old hag
She gonna get hella stanky if you're get up
But us niggas bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I squinges off the
Lean ballin', alcohol and
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken

A criminal record a full of dirty
niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower and extra clips
Gun clappin' slappin' party crashin'
Brash and flashin'

The holiday just came on the first second and of the month
Made my late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor 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 bring me some Rossi Ron

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

Bad get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my money up in the dice and I flash
let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from

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