Luyện nghe bài hát A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P.

Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put fish in
Listen, I we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm murder y'all
You and all the trouble goin through by y'all
And only cause my man of y'all
Other than that, shit, won't get served at all

[Tony
I went from oodles and noodles to and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for
I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my off
tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill, the nine mil
Dressed in all black, for souls to steal

- 2X]
Little bit of dust, bit of cocaine
bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A littlE bit of
That's why your want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a

[Young
I put the two Mags, up to doo rag
And baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my
We got these fiends liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and on how to get it in and out, nigga

Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a
Your for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by you dreams
And ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and on the run

Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want
Wodie what you want, you want X, you dro
you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get some more
My nigga we cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful

[50
My bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to
With a P-90 Ruger, I put all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel talent do to ya