Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

Niggas, man
Fuck up, to extort me nigga?
Fuck man,
thugs baby
Crab frontin for what?
Pollyin
Word, on god
What What

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

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

2X

Classic tight, street events get rich
For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a land with
Myalansky, my mans got plans see
Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad
though I had to let them fags know for real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop the G blew the spit out
Apachi and P keep your locked
Niggas be stupid or something
Vandalizin my man with,
Kidnappin my man Steve
And now the shifted
All of my thugs eating from kitchen
Bitch ass niggas, snitching

2X

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