Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Rocker

You got to get ya cut get ya coke, soda
Mix it up, whip it put it in a pot

Cook it up let it sit then it rock
It up bag it put it on the block

I'm a roach in a raid
I feel new born babies in car seats
I'm 'posed to strapped
'Cause out'n the country likes collard greens and
With fiends like Spike Lee they fa Nicks
they keep calling me. Show me the Ben-jamens
Scale of 1 to 10 be 12 like Eminem
What's all the fuss shut ya mouf cut it out
Ya house I hustle out mo green than brussel sprouts
Ya mad cause ?Al Capone by?
in a new ride and took y'all paper
Brang a bar b que I'm a at you
And red shirt ya a football playa
You don' sell like me
I's ride the bus with coke way before
Cops, they sick of me Feds, get rid of me
'Cause I'm servin' heavy! Diddly Diddly Dee

Cook it up let it sit till it rock
It up bag it then put on the

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It up bag it then put on the