Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Rocker

You got to get ya cut get ya coke, baking
Mix it up, it then put it in a pot

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

I'm a in a raid trap
I feel like new babies in car seats
I'm 'posed to stay
'Cause out'n the country likes collard and grits
fiends like Spike Lee they scream fa Nicks
'Cause they keep calling me. Show me the
Scale of 1 to 10 might be 12 Eminem
What's all the fuss about shut ya cut it out
Ya house I hustle out make mo green than brussel
Ya mad ?Al Capone came by?
in a cold new ride and y'all paper
Brang a bar b que I'm a at you
And red ya like a football playa
You don' dope like me
I's ride the bus coke way before Tyrese
Cops, they sick of me Feds, get rid of me
I'm servin' heavy! Diddly Diddly Diddly Dee

Cook it up let it sit till it chop
It up bag it put on the block

Cook it up let it sit till it chop
It up bag it put on the block