Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

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

[Chorus: Joe
Crab niggas frontin for what? We 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
Expressure with the swarm, mellow the dram
Mob with meladon, supastar status clappin Decepticons
Stealth arm, welt dealt, fucking with feltron
We teflon, what you wan't A lying arm spar
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my pad
Liftin dash, run for your stash
Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E.
You heard of us, unheard of VA and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, blow, polly Ross Perot
Treasury gold, the glow

2X

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

2X

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