Luyện nghe bài hát Ayo

it out, yo

I be like yiggy, yes y'all, on call
I'll rock 'til my name in on the wall
Got flow the rappers in Great George
Got weed? I got blunt, My Jamal

I pause, the ash from my L
I pause like Run and Mizell
The emcee is me, host for the
Papa Doc, only I don't choke on the mic

I choke a bitch out and my ain't correct
Then my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque
I trucks but drop-tops is the best
From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, me

Ha ha, she like red so
Any nigga after me, a deja vu
Doc stay in the paint A.I. shoes
Just how a one tonner made a move, dig it

Hop in my truck and roll up the
Ayo, you know you in for
we turn the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she with me low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Who these corner store rappers slingin' in my hall?
in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog
Me, I want a lil' somethin', could have it all
I tryna walk before I crawl and move package in my draws

That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin'
With ten per cent method, only plug somethin'
And still I keep it funky four plus one more
Get this money 'In God We Trust', trust your boy

It's a given, this life it was written
for me, I'm what the recipe is missing
Blow my in the air, key the ignition
Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' off the clip and

Mammy ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the
all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine
And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his

Now hop in my truck and up the window
Ayo, you what you in for
Once we the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a
with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn with my
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Yo, I got my swagger on and I great
Funk Doc be in the hood like cases
I network on MySpace late
Hoping my apple make me another Bill

my crib, look how I live
I'm a but crip niggas say I get biz
I did a show women sayin' that I'm
So

Yeah, another mic, night and the day's end
Another heist, kite in the state pen
My state business shit, y'all just break wind
New York nigga, you're made mice or made men

I do the that keep my hand on the work
I got the other hand up Mona skirt
My aim one day one stop
How many shots will it to make son drop?

Hop in my truck and roll up the
Ayo, you what you in for
Once we turn the corner, light up the
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she with me low like a limbo
with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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