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 Guilty Simpson at a with babes
a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh
Thug in a major way
I kick ya dog's ass a Flavor Flav

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

Yeah, three cuties in the Hemi
I be runnin' hoes like Luke in
So I hit her, gotta get the of my Jimmy
I don't to pimp that hard, it's just in me

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

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

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

And leave the smokin' where the logo at
And the witnesses won't tell jack, uh
That's how it is when we fuck up
(Kill it)
People hoes horny and the lit up
it

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

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

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

the official, [unverified] make the wrist glow
Think it's a when I ran Bisco
If you it, where your Earl Flynn at?
Cut the check, Tim 'em where to send at

That you my man Phat
Tell me ya friends at
Kay moved to the valet where the at
be

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

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

All my
(Baby)
always lookin' for me
My moms always lookin' for me
lookin' good for me
You You gon' stick with her or me?

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

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

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

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

How do I feel radio hip-hop?
I think wack
Most of the shit play is straight garbage