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 with babes
Packin' a .38 and a razor blade, uh
Thug shit in a way
I kick ya dog's ass like a Flav

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

Yeah, packin' three cuties in the
I be runnin' hoes like Luke in
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 and a couple 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 the chains on our neck
Every minutes we untanglin' them
It's Pay Jay sure the name on the check
Jay Dee in the lane with ya ex, like Los Angeles

And the are scandalous
Thick like big basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on
And put a hole the horse on your Polo hat

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

Yup, real talk
I met girl last night
She in my ear like

Baby, the one
Baby, take me home
Baby, lay me
Baby, girl it's 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 wrist
Think 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
stop when they see the clique ridin' by, on jock
They ain't invited unless they 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
Makin' moves is a must, why doin' it
If what y'all ain't 'bout dollars?

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

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

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

Turn it up another
Yeah, how we doin' it
Broadcasting, live from
You how we do it

We got a special guest in the
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 hip-hop?
I think wack
Most of the shit play is straight garbage