Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

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

[Chorus: Joe
Crab niggas frontin for what? We smash 'em
Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we splash '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 ex-cons
Expressure with the swarm, with the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin
Stealth arm, I'mma dealt, fucking with feltron
We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for stash
Dirt bags, just, I.C.E. whut?
You of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, blow, polly Ross Perot
Treasury gold, the mapin

2X

Classic tight, street main events get
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 them know for real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the out
Apachi and P keep your locked
Niggas be stupid or something
Vandalizin my man with,
my man little Steve
And now the shifted
All of my thugs eating 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 I'm sayin (echo)