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 rave with
Packin' a .38 snub and a blade, uh
shit in a major way
I kick ya dog's ass a Flavor Flav

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

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

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

We them boys the chains 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 are scandalous
like big bread basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we on bats
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
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 in my ear like

Baby, the one
Baby, take me home
Baby, lay me
Baby, girl 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, [unverified] make the wrist
Think a disco when I ran Bisco
If you it, where your Earl Flynn at?
Cut the check, Tim tell 'em to send at

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turn it up notch
Yeah, how we doin' it
Broadcasting, live WBBE
You how we do it

We got a special guest in the
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 think it's
Most of the they play is straight garbage