Luyện nghe bài hát Ayo

it out, yo

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

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

I choke a out and my gwap ain't correct
Then with my giant hancock, get the cheque
I love trucks but is the best
the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me

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

Hop in my truck and up the window
Ayo, you know you in for
Once we turn the corner, up the endo
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I got my on and I feel great
Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil
I on MySpace real late
Hoping my apple make me another Gates

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

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

I do the dirt keep my hand on the work
I got the other up Mona Lisa's skirt
My aim one day one stop
How many shots will it take to make son

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

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

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