Luyện nghe bài hát BO2

it out, yo

I be yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call
I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the
Got flow like the in Great George
Got weed? I got blunt, My name

I pause, the ash from my L
I pause like Run and Mizell
The emcee is me, for the night
Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic

I choke a bitch out and my gwap correct
Then my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque
I love trucks but is the best
From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, me

Ha ha, she like red so
Any after me, it's a deja vu
Doc in the paint like A.I. shoes
Just watch how a one made a move, dig it

Hop in my and roll up the window
Ayo, you know you in for
Once we turn the corner, up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she with me low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get
Third degree, let it burn my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my
Mama's in the cookin' cat, rat and dog
Me, I want a lil' somethin', y'all could it all
I walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws

That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin'
With ten per cent method, only plug somethin'
And still I keep it funky like plus one more
Get this money like 'In God We Trust', your boy

It's a given, livin' this it was written
Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is
my piff in the air, key the ignition
Then get to switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and

Mammy wanna ride and the Bonnie to my Clyde
If anybody try to Bill', it'll probably be the bride
Like all aside, I'm serious with mine
And now I'm on this grind Method Man in his prime

Now hop in my truck and roll up the
Ayo, you what you in for
Once we the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she me gettin' low like a limbo
with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel
Funk Doc be in the like Enfamil cases
I network on real late
Hoping my apple me another Bill Gates

my crib, look how I live
I'm a but crip niggas say I get biz
Anywhere I did a show sayin' that I'm
So

Yeah, another mic, another and the day's end
Another heist, kite in the state pen
My state business shit, y'all dudes just wind
New York nigga, either you're made or made men

I do the dirt that keep my hand on the
I got the other hand up Lisa's skirt
My aim one day one stop
How many shots will it take to make son

Hop in my and roll up the window
Ayo, you what you in for
Once we the corner, light up the endo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

Oh yes, she me gettin' low like a limbo
with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn my kinfolk
Ayo, ayo, ayo

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