Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

Niggas, man
Fuck up, trying to me nigga?
Fuck man,
thugs baby
Crab niggas for what?
shit
Word, on god
What What

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

Mafia]
I'm driving bombs, armageddion
Modern day babylon, we hell storm
Expressure with the swarm, mellow the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar clappin Decepticons
Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking feltron
We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for stash
bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut?
You heard of us, of VA Cats and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, Ross Perot
Treasury gold, the glow

2X

Classic tight, main events get rich
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' though I had to let them fags for real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G the spit out
Apachi and P keep your locked
Niggas must be or something
Vandalizin my man with,
my man little Steve
And now the fans
All of my thugs from hell's kitchen
ass niggas, stop snitching

2X

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