Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

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

Joe Mafia]
Crab niggas for what? 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 megaton bombs, armageddion
Modern day babylon, we hell storm
with the swarm, mellow with the dram
Mob meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons
Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, with feltron
We teflon, what you huh? A lying arm spar
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for your
Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E.
You heard of us, unheard of VA and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Perot
Treasury gold, the glow

2X

Classic tight, main events get rich
For crimin hands itch, kidnap or 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 know for real yo
Chill with the rap you clowns uplift your shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the out
Apachi and P keep shit locked
must be stupid or something
my man Shan with,
Kidnappin my man Steve
And now the fans
All of my thugs from hell's kitchen
ass niggas, stop snitching

2X

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