Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

Niggas, man
Fuck up, trying to extort me
man, what?
Global baby
Crab niggas frontin for
shit
Word, on god
What What

Joe Mafia]
Crab frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em
Trick bitches for vicks, we gotta splash 'em
U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we tax 'em
is the shit, you better ask son

[Joe
I'm driving megaton bombs,
Modern day babylon, we storm ex-cons
Expressure the swarm, mellow with the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto status clappin Decepticons
Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking with
We teflon, you wan't huh? A lying arm spar
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for your
Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E.
You heard of us, unheard of VA and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Ross
gold, the mapin glow

2X

Classic tight, street main events get
For crimin itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with
Myalansky, Wu-tang my got plans see
Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, mad cream
Settin' I had to let them fags know for real yo
with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop the G blew the spit out
Apachi and P your shit locked
Niggas must be stupid or
my man Shan with,
Kidnappin my man Steve
And now the fans
All of my thugs eating from hell's
Bitch ass niggas, snitching

2X

Yo, Red Joe you better snitchin boy
Up
All you niggas snitchin, we you out
You know I'm sayin (echo)