Luyện nghe bài hát Shabba

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My niggas, we up some commas
Some of them dirty like
Jamaican and Haitian, no matter, they pull up choppers
All of my got rounds, I spray a new face on you clowns
I got a bitch in the viddy, I gave her the and the lobster
I put girl in Givenchy, Versace, I'm feeling like shabba
How that so Hollywood, but that bitch living in Bompton
But I be training hoes, fresh out the boat, yeah

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Shawty ride with a nigga through the west
Down south pimp, I left hoes
My life so good, I done hoes
I might crowd surf for my show
All of my is trappers
We the dope on the road
You see the line 'round the
We dope at the shows
You see the ice on my
You see my neck full of
Boy, you at home your girlfriend
I got a house full of
Homie, I stay on the
I a play, then I go
I got a house of cocaine
They wanna play in the

Bare foreign jaws thought my was shabba
I ain't a fuckery, I a passer
I got a one peng ting cooks me pasta
I chuck bands in the Benz, ash in the Astra
Man my gyal wanna gimme goodie good
But she done me this hoody too hood
My gyal smoke dope in the hood
I her hold on baby, go suck on this wood

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She wanna up
Gyal wanna get with a
Blowing on sess with the
Gold tee like
Trap boy rapper
She go south, then back up
Man can't up no slapper
Man that ting to my brudda
P's to my mother
Trap in the for the guala
Man bet' have manners
yeah, we got lot of
Foreign looking proper
Give her shots a chopper
Bad joints up the grams
Wanna a man like I'm shabba

She gold chains and cocaine
Spend dance on the dope
So a nigga aim so string
I pray a nigga touch my homie
Man down if you my homie
Man down, man down, man
her up, make her home shake
I got the Gs I'm OJ
We P for the cocaine
up to no hoe, oh no way
Told the I ain't giving up no names
Amnes' in plentily
coming in loads, aye
Hand on my here put her hand
On my friend, get

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Through the street with a
No key, mon' up
Smoke ki' my brother
Gold tee like
Ring ring, one up
OT packer
TU, that's up
Walked in, the run up
Uck tryna uck us
T like, man up
Sea side guala
Gyal a man utter
so they stutter

She's calling me
I her uh uh
Boom boom in the
So wet like I broke her
I'm old school shabba
all gold like shabba
Bad they hol' up
do man under the covers
Beemer, or Hummer
Spring, or summer
Ring trap, the runner?
Big strap, another
Man to it up
Big bags, can't it
Section, OHB, better

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