Luyện nghe bài hát Stretch

I grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's I do!

I make a ounce a
With like a eighth of dope, I'm through!
stretch
I got it man
In the hood I'm like man!

man,
I make the money come man!

Your favorite bad guy's gone, The Joker's
So for now 'til you're stuck with the kid
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm to be an enforcer
I'm supposed to a gun, not be stuck in an office
Michael pimped me? I was in the seat
We was with me 'round, cause I blast my heat
94' I was trying to catch Mason for raw
fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch
The cocaine, I go hard when the drought
the straps come out, son, niggas know the outcome
Lay low, low, you may see Jesus
You hit with a stray, yo, for no fucking
You praying for a Benz, a blessing you breathing
It's a miracle that God gave me TEC, now I'm eating
Cop it, it, profit, it's all for sale
Cocaine, rain, I'm so for real, yeah

I grams of coke,
Mix it lactose, that's what I do!

I a ounce a dope
With like a of dope, befo' I'm through!
stretch
I got it man
In the hood I'm like man!

man,
I the money come faster man!

I'm the dope-man, coke-man, smoke-man,
The X-man, TEC-man, you respect, man
Get the green, triple beam, beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more
Gun pop, one shot, drop, it wasn't me
Tell the cops it me, you saw me right? It wasn't me
It's not my M.O., see me I make it
Get in the way I put a on my TEC
Call me crazy, I die for what I for
I have flying out the Lambo
Like Commando, nah, Rambo
I keep my as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking all day, stretch
We gon' bag up all
We ain't goin' 'til the count bag right, yeah

I take of coke,
Mix it with lactose, what I do

I a ounce a dope
like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through
Product
I got it man
In the hood I'm plastic man

man,
I make the money come man

It's a bird, it's a plane, no, pure cocaine
Trying to blow selling blow, I'm who you with, man
I got Spiderman high, I made fly
Your favorite took a hit, now here you try
I don't care if a sin, I don't care if you're ten
Look kid, it's a cold world we're in
If you ask me my offer is extremely
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of
Yeah, me falling off is really far
I turn a to a lot, I make it stretch
In come the Franklin's come the Benji's
Fiends by the crackhouse, dirty and dingy,

I grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's I do

I a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, I'm through
stretch
I got it man
In the I'm like plastic man

man,
I make the come faster man