Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

go
Turn it up, live, niggaz, it up
the official, we got the bank for ya, go

You can catch Simpson at a rave with babes
Packin' a .38 snub and a blade, uh
Thug shit in a way
I kick ya dog's ass like a Flav

Thug niggaz guns beneath leathers
If you better, keep ya bitch on tether
Niggaz got snow cold, cold weather
And big money clips 'cause fold dough better

Yeah, packin' cuties in the Hemi
I be runnin' hoes like in Miami
So I hit her, get the half of my Jimmy
I don't mean to pimp that hard, just in me

Got a sick flow and a couple of
Got this thick chick Coco in
The day I met her, we backstage in the bathroom
She got a mouth a vacuum, uh

We them boys with the chains on our
Every five minutes we untanglin'
Pay Jay make sure the name on the check
Jay Dee in the turnin' lane with ya ex, Los Angeles

And the nights are
Thick like big basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on
And put a hole through the on your Polo hat

And leave the shit smokin' where the at
And the won't tell po-po jack, uh
That's how it is when we shit up
(Kill it)
People horny and the blunts lit up
it

Yup, real y'all
I met girl last night
She whispered in my ear

Baby, the one
Baby, take me tonight
Baby, lay me
Baby, it's only right
Baby, the one
Baby, the one for me

(Yeah)
You should be my baby
(Turn it up)
You be havin' my baby

It's the official, make the wrist glow
Think a disco when I ran Bisco
If you feelin' it, where Earl Flynn at?
Cut the check, Tim tell 'em to send at

That you [unverified] my man
Tell me ya friends at
Kay moved to the where the Benz at
be

Out high
Girls stop when they see the clique by, on jock
They ain't invited unless they drop
You do it how I it and make it go pop

If agreed, we got weed
Skatin' through the area at Mach speed
Makin' is a must, why bother doin' it
If what y'all doin' ain't dollars?

All my
(Baby)
Girls always for me
My kids' moms lookin' for me
They lookin' for me
You what? You gon' with her or me?

Damn girl, you always givin' the degree, you still my
(Baby)
keepin' me up on my toes
Unless I'm out creepin' on do's or sleepin' hoes

my
(Baby)
Cakes with cakes upon
(Ay, where my at?)
Keep a spendin' papes

Turn it up another
Yeah, how we doin' it
Broadcasting, live from
You how we do it

We got a guest in the house
He goes by the name of New York
Dave, we 'bout, hip hop and radio
Dave, you at with it?

How do I about radio hip-hop?
I it's wack
Most of the shit they is straight garbage