Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Rocker

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

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

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

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

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