Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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

You can Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes
a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh
Thug in a major way
I kick ya ass like a Flavor Flav

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yup, real talk
I met this girl night
She whispered in my ear

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

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

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

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

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

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

All my
(Baby)
Girls always 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 degree, you still my
(Baby)
keepin' me up on my toes
Unless I'm out creepin' on do's or with hoes

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

Turn it up notch
Yeah, that's how we it
Broadcasting, from WBBE
You how we do it

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

How do I feel about radio
I it's wack
Most of the they play is straight garbage