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 at a rave with 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 with beneath leathers
If you know better, keep ya bitch on
Niggaz got snow cold, cold weather
And big money 'cause they fold dough better

Yeah, packin' cuties in the Hemi
I be runnin' hoes like 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 thick 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 chains on our
Every five we untanglin' them
Pay Jay make sure the name on the check
Jay Dee in the turnin' lane with ya ex, like Los

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

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

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

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 should be my baby
(Turn it up)
You should be my baby

It's the official, [unverified] the wrist glow
Think it's a disco when I ran
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 to the valet where the Benz at
be

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

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

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

girl, you always givin' the third 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, where my at?)
Keep a spendin' papes

Turn it up notch
Yeah, how we doin' 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 talkin' 'bout, hip hop and
Dave, where you at it?

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