Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

go
Turn it up, live, niggaz, it up
It's the official, we got the 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 a Flavor Flav

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

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

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

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

And the nights are
Thick like big bread sandwiches
Choke on that, we on bats
And put a hole the horse on your Polo hat

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

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

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

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

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

you [unverified] my man Phat
Tell me where ya at
Kay to the valet where the Benz at
be

Out high
stop when they see the clique ridin' by, on jock
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 area movin' at Mach
moves is a must, why bother doin' it
If y'all doin' ain't 'bout dollars?

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

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

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

it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we it
Broadcasting, live WBBE
You how we do it

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

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