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 Guilty Simpson at a rave babes
a .38 snub and a razor 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 like cold, weather
And big money clips 'cause fold dough better

Yeah, packin' three cuties in the
I be runnin' hoes like in Miami
So I hit her, get the half of my Jimmy
I mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me

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

We them boys with the chains on our
Every five minutes we them
Pay Jay make sure the name on the check
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 the horse on your Polo hat

And leave the shit smokin' where the at
And the witnesses tell po-po jack, uh
That's how it is when we fuck up
(Kill it)
People hoes horny and the lit up
it

Yup, talk y'all
I met this girl last
She whispered in my ear

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 my baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turn it up notch
Yeah, how we doin' 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, where you at it?

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