Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

Niggas, man
Fuck up, trying to extort me
man, what?
Global baby
niggas frontin for what?
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 bombs, armageddion
day babylon, we hell storm ex-cons
Expressure with the swarm, mellow the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto status clappin 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, serving just, I.C.E.
You heard of us, of VA Cats and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, blow, polly Ross Perot
Treasury gold, the mapin

2X

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

2X

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