Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

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

Joe Mafia]
Crab niggas frontin for We gotta smash 'em
Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta '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 hell storm
Expressure with the swarm, with the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin
arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking with feltron
We teflon, what you huh? A lying arm spar
clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for your
bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut?
You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag
Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Perot
Treasury gold, the glow

2X

Classic tight, main events get rich
For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a land with
Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got see
Stacks and grands, who dem damn, extorting mad cream
Settin' though I had to let fags know for real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the out
Apachi and P your shit 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 better stop boy
Up
All you snitchin, we callin you out
You know what I'm (echo)