Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

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

Joe Mafia]
Crab frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em
bitches lickin 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 megaton bombs, armageddion
Modern day babylon, we hell storm
with the swarm, mellow with the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin
Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking with
We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm
Titan clash, bergaham, shit on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for stash
Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E.
You heard of us, of VA Cats and shag burglars
Danadesty, copping blow, polly Ross Perot
Treasury gold, the mapin

2X

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

2X

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